But evidently the paper had broken, and with a last desperate effort, before he went down, Tim flung the coin out in a silvery shower upon the heads of the crowd beneath.

Then ensued a weary period of arguing and quarreling.
"I wish they'd finish, so as we could get back to the dancin'," Mary complained.

"This ain't no fun." Slowly and painfully the judges' stand was cleared, and an announcer, stepping to the front of the stand, spread his arms appealing for silence.

The angry clamor died down.
"The judges have decided," he shouted, "that this day of good fellowship an' brotherhood--" "Hear! Hear!" Many of the cooler heads applauded.

"That's the stuff!" "No fightin'!" "No hard feelin's!" "An' therefore," the announcer became audible again, "the judges have decided to put up another purse of twenty-five dollars an' run the race over again!" "An' Tim ?" bellowed scores of throats.