Mr.
Gregg, at the back of the stand, forgetting for once decorum, white and trembling, was hoarse with shouting.
Olva's body seemed so tiny on that vast field--two Dublin three-quarters came for him.

He appeared to run straight into the arms of both of them and then was through them.

They started after him--one man was running across field to catch him.

It was a race.

Now there fell silence as the three men tore after the flying figure.