At this moment, so pregnant with the future, he could not bear the company of his fellows.
"They're off!" He looked no longer, but hunched his shoulders, holding his elbows stiff, that none might see what he was feeling.

Behind him a man said: "The favourite's beat.

What's that in blue on the rails ?" Out by himself on the far rails, out by himself, sweeping along like a home-coming bird, was the Ambler.

And George's heart leaped, as a fish leaps of a summer evening out of a dark pool.
"They'll never catch him.

The Ambler wins! It's a walk-over! The Ambler!" Silent amidst the shouting throng, George thought: 'My horse! my horse!' and tears of pure emotion sprang into his eyes.