"Oh, you Gold Heels!" it implored.

Under the whip, Gold Heels drew even with the yellow jacket; stride
by stride, they fought it out alone.

"Gold Heels!" cried the crowd.

Behind them, in a curtain of dust, pounded the field. It charged in
a flying wedge, like a troop of cavalry. Dolly, searching for a
green jacket, saw, instead, a rainbow wave of color that, as it
rose and fell, sprang toward her in great leaps, swallowing the
track.

"Gold Heels!" yelled the crowd.

The field swept into the stretch. Without moving his eyes, Carter
caught Dolly by the wrist and pointed. As though giving a signal,
he shot his free hand into the air.

"Now!" he shouted.

From the curtain of dust, as lightning strikes through a cloud,
darted a great, raw-boned, ugly chestnut. Like the Empire Express,
he came rocking, thundering, spurning the ground. At his coming,
Gold Heels, to the eyes of the crowd, seemed to falter, to slacken,
to stand still. The crowd gave a great cry of amazement, a yell of
disgust. The chestnut drew even with Gold Heels, passed him, and
swept under the wire. Clinging to his neck was a little jockey in
a green cap, green jacket, and hoops of green and white.