In short, he was distanced.
"Hart has hurt his arm as well as his foot," observed one of the others, as he came alongside.

"That's why he got distanced." "No, it was not," dissented Lord Hartledon, looking up from his skiff at the crowd of fair faces bent down upon him.

"My arm is all right; it only gave me a few twinges when I first started.

My oar fouled, and I could not get right again; so, finding I had lost too much ground, I gave up the contest.

Anne, had I known I should disgrace my colours, I would not have given them to _you_." "Miss Ashton loses, and Maude wins!" cried the countess-dowager, executing a little dance of triumph.