Dolly's hand was at her side, clutching the bench. Carter's hand
still clasped it. Neither spoke or looked at the other. For an
instant, while the crowd, no longer so good-natured, mocked and
jeered at itself, the two young people sat quite still, staring at
the green field, at the white clouds rolling from the ocean. Dolly
drew a long breath.

"Let's go!" she gasped. "Let's thank him first, and then take me
home!"

They found Dromedary in the paddock, and thanked him, and Carter
left Dolly with him, while he ran to collect his winnings. When he
returned, he showed her a sheaf of yellow bills, and as they ran
down the covered board walk to the gate, they skipped and danced.

Dolly turned toward the train drawn up at the entrance.

"Not with me!" shouted Carter. "We're going home in the reddest,
most expensive, fastest automobile I can hire!"

In the "hack" line of motor-cars was one that answered those
requirements, and they fell into it as though it were their own.

"To the Night and Day Bank!" commanded Carter.

With the genial democracy of the race-track, the chauffeur lifted
his head to grin appreciatively. "That listens good to me!" he
said.

"I like him!" whispered Dolly. "Let's buy him and the car."