For a full minute he stood quite still; then, instinctively adjusting hat and tie, made his way calmly to the Paddock.

He left it to his trainer to lead the Ambler back, and joined him at the weighing-room.
The little jockey was seated, nursing his saddle, negligent and saturnine, awaiting the words "All right." Blacksmith said quietly: "Well, sir, we've pulled it off.

Four lengths.

I've told Swells he does no more riding for me.

There's a gold-mine given away.