The rolling thunder of voices had increased.

They were coming in; a storm of oaths greeted them from the landau.
"Gee up, Lusignan, you great coward! The Englishman's stunning! Do it again, old boy; do it again! Oh, that Valerio! It's sickening! Oh, the carcass! My ten louis damned well lost! Nana's the only one! Bravo, Nana! Bravo!" And without being aware of it Nana, upon her seat, had begun jerking her hips and waist as though she were racing herself.

She kept striking her side--she fancied it was a help to the filly.

With each stroke she sighed with fatigue and said in low, anguished tones: "Go it, go it!" Then a splendid sight was witnessed.

Price, rising in his stirrups and brandishing his whip, flogged Nana with an arm of iron.