Like a torrent the others overhaul and pass it.

Then a louder shout than usual proclaims the race over, and the favourite beaten, and Tom staggers down to his seat sick and half stupid.
"Never mind, old man," he heard Gus say, "luck's against you this time; you'll have your turn some day.

Take some of this, man, and never say die." And Tom, reckless in his misery, took the proffered bottle, and drank deeply.
It was late in the afternoon before Belsham thought of turning his horse's head homeward, and by that time Charlie, on the floor of the waggonette, was slowly beginning to recover consciousness..