THE DEAD HEAT 131 



off, as does the sly little man, and a host of 

 others. 



" What is it ? " said the Colonel, as he galloped up. 



" A DEAD HEAT," replied the judge. 



The sly little man smiles grimly as he hears 

 these words. 



" Is Charles hurt, papa ? " said the beautiful 

 occupant of the Master of Gwynne's carriage, open- 

 ing her eyes languidly, as she rose from her faint. 



" No, dearest ; cut a little, I believe. It is a 

 dead heat." 



Both horses were now returning to scale. 



" Dead heat ? " said the Captain. " Well, we 

 must run it off in an hour. " I won't give in." 



" Hurt, sir ? " inquired old Mason, as he took hold 

 of the old horse's bridle and led him back. 



"A bit of a cut on the forehead," returned Eortes- 

 cue, " that is all. Captain O'Eooney pulled his mare 

 round at the wall — little cad ! " 



" A scoundrel's trick," said the Colonel. 



Fortescue goes to weigh in first. 



*' All right, sir," said the man in charge of the 

 scales. 



The Captain now approaches, saddle and saddle- 

 cloths in hand, and seats himself. 



"Eleven stone eleven," said he of the scales, look- 

 ing at them intently. " Three pounds short, Captain." 



