his watch when the little tinkle in front told
him that the course was run.

``Did he get 'em all?''

``Yes, he got 'em all,'' mimicked the
Blight.

``Yes, an' he just did make it,'' chuckled
the Hon. Sam. The Discarded had
wheeled his horse aside from the course to
watch his antagonist. He looked pale and
tired--almost as tired as his foam-covered
steed--but his teeth were set and his face
was unmoved as the Knight of the
Cumberland came on like a demon, sweeping
off the last ring with a low, rasping oath
of satisfaction.

``I never seed Dave ride that-a-way
afore,'' said Mollie.

``Me, neither,'' chimed in Buck.

The nobles and ladies were waving
handkerchiefs, clapping hands, and shouting.
The spectators of better degree were
throwing up their hats and from every part
of the multitude the same hoarse shout of
encouragement rose: