Then we left him to his work.
And well enough he did it.

He and Dicky went off at the start as if they'd been shot out of a double-barrelled gun, Dicky with his head down, our man with his head up.

That was what saved him; half-way over Dicky had to get his chin up, and it lost him a sixteenth of a second, and that meant six inches.

Selkirk's man made an ugly rush thirty yards from home, but he began it too soon.

Warminster wisely waited till he heard Coxhead's shrill "Gee-up" in his ear.