a roar, but the Hon. Sam, covertly glancing
at his watch, still smiled. That watch he
pulled out when the Knight of the Cumberland
started and he smiled still when
he heard the black horse's swift, rhythmic
beat and he looked up only when that
knight, shouting to his horse, moved his
lance up and down before coming to the
last ring and, with a dare-devil yell, swept
it from the wire.

``Tied--tied!'' was the shout; ``they've
got to try it again! they've got to try it
again!''

The Hon. Sam rose, with his watch in
one hand and stilling the tumult with the
other. Dead silence came at once.

``I fear me,'' he said, ``that the good
knight, the Discarded, has failed to make
the course in the time required by the laws
of the tournament.'' Bedlam broke loose
again and the Hon. Sam waited, still
gesturing for silence.

``Summon the time-keeper!'' he said.

The time-keeper appeared from the
middle of the field and nodded.