Inside a half mile they bust down.

Look how long they are!" "But their backs are short," put in Marianne hastily.
"Backs short ?" scoffed Corson, "Why, lady look for yourself!" She choked back her answer.

If the self-satisfied old fellow could not see how far back the withers reached and how far forward the quarters, so that the true back was very short, it was the part of wisdom to let experience teach him.

Yet she could not refrain from saying: "You'll see how they last in the race, Mr.Corson." "We'll both see," he answered.

"There goes a gent that's going to lose money today!" A big red-faced man with his hat on the back of his head and sweat coursing down his cheeks, was pushing through the crowd calling with a great voice: "Here's Lady Mary money.