The Misses Redwood were quite sufficiently _au fait_ with the etiquette of a race-course to know that if their brother ran he must win, and that everybody else must wish him to win.

In an unguarded moment I joined in the cheer which greeted Tempest as he appeared stripped for action on his way to the starting- post.

This was taken up as a grievous personal affront.

The young ladies repudiated and flung me from them with an energy and disgust which quite astonished me.

They loudly clamoured for my removal, and failing that, made a concerted retreat from my detested vicinity.
"Nasty horrid Sarah, go away!" they shouted.
Then spying Dicky Brown in the distance, they shrieked on him to deliver them.
"Want to go _to Dicky_--dear Dicky.