It was repeated immediately behind her--almost in her ear, and she turned to make out the dark form of a tall horseman.
"A bad night for the start," called Wilbur.

"Do you want to wait till tomorrow ?" She could not answer for a moment, the wind whipping against her face, while a big drop stung her lips.
She said at length: "Would a night like this stop Pierre--or McGurk ?" For answer she heard his laughter.
"Then I'll start.

I must never stop for weather." He rode up beside her.
"This is the start of the finish." "What do you mean ?" "Nothing.

But somewhere on this ride, I've an idea a question will be answered for me." "What question ?" Instead of replying he said: "You've got a slicker on ?" "Yes." "Then follow me.

We'll gallop into the wind a while and get the horses warmed up.