Andrea had gone over his head, but was none the worse, and with lightning rapidity was back in the saddle as Rutolo and Caligaro came up with him.

Brummel performed prodigies, in spite of the wounded leg, and showed the quality of his blood.

Carbonilla was at last putting out all her speed, guided with consummate skill by her rider.

There were still about eight hundred yards to the winning post.
Sperelli saw victory escaping him and gathered up all his forces to grasp it again.

Standing in the stirrups, bent low over his horse's neck, he uttered from time to time that short, sharp, ringing word which always acted so effectively upon the noble creature.