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corner a roar like the roar of a sea surged up and 

 down the course; as they swept round the bend 

 Garryowen was close on the rails, Dragon-Fly 

 had drawn wide and was losing ground, Satiety 

 was moving up as though pushed by some unseen 

 finger, and as they swept down the hill only some 

 six horses were left with a chance. 



Down the hill the pace v/as tremendous, heart- 

 catching, subHme, if speed can have sublimity. 

 Wheel of Fortune, haK-way down, shot forward, 

 and again the roar like the roar of a tormented 

 sea burst out and rushed up the course, a wave of 

 sound, and died away and rose again. 



"Look! Look!" cried Dashwood, with his 

 eyes glued to his glasses. The horses had reached 

 the bottom of the hill. Satiety had fallen back; 

 the struggle was now between Garryowen and 

 Wheel of Fortune. Wheel of Fortune was a length 

 ahead and the distance was shortening. 



Shortening, shortening. 



" They're running neck-and-neck," yelled Dash- 

 wood. "Look! they're nearly on the judges' 

 box. Look! He'll win! Garryowen for ever! " 



" You can't tell," cried French. " You can't 

 tell from here. It's a deceiving course. But I 

 beheve he will. Garryowen for ever! " 



On the hill, away down the course, from Tatter- 

 sail's ring — itself a little hell of sound — now rose 

 an outburst; one long, never-ceasing roar. A 

 snow of waving handkerchiefs made the stands 

 look as if beset by a milUon white butterflies. 



