The first and second horses made a close race of it; behind them by ten or twelve lengths came the other horses in a clump, Wilson and Richards singling themselves out in the last hundred yards and making a desperate race for the third place, for which they made a dead heat, amid great laughter from their comrades.
"That is excellent," Major Hannay said; "you won't see anything more amusing than that today, girls.

The third horse simply saved his stake, so that as they will of course divide, they will have paid twenty-five rupees each for the pleasure of riding, and the point which of their tats is the fastest remains unsettled." "Well, they beat a good many of them, Major Hannay," Miss Hunter said; "so they did not do so badly after all." "Oh, no, they did not do so badly; but it will be a long time before they get over the chaff about their desperate struggle for the third place." The next two races attracted but slight attention from the occupants of the carriage.

Most of their acquaintances in the station came up one after the other for a chat.

There were many fresh introductions, and there was so much conversation and laughter that the girls had little time to attend to what was going on around them.

Wilson and Richards both sauntered up after changing, and were the subject of much chaff as to their brilliant riding at the finish.