But look! how they have thinned out! Down flat,--five,--six,--how many?
They lie still enough! they will not get up again in this race, be very sure! And the rest of them, what a "tailing off"! Anybody can see who is going to win,--perhaps.
THIRTY YEARS.

Third corner turned.

DIVES, bright sorrel, ridden by the fellow in a yellow jacket, begins to make play fast; is getting to be the favourite with many.

But who is that other one that has been lengthening his stride from the first, and now shows close up to the front?
Don't you remember the quiet brown colt ASTEROID, with the star in his forehead?
That is he; he is one of the sort that lasts; look out for him! The black "colt," as we used to call him, is in the background, taking it easily in a gentle trot.

There is one they used to call THE FILLY, on account of a certain feminine air he had; well up, you see; the Filly is not to be despised my boy! FORTY YEARS.