Tim sailed through the air in a headlong pitch, struck spread-eagled on his face, and plowed along in a cloud of dust.
There was an instant of vast and gasping silence.

The young man, too, seemed petrified by the ghastliness of his deed.

It took an appreciable interval of time for him, as well as for the onlookers, to realize what he had done.

They recovered first, and from a thousand throats the wild Irish yell went up.

Red-head won the race without a cheer.