Even the revolving procession halted breathless.
"Now they're off!" cried Annette, excitedly.

"Mercy, how they g-go! Nettie is a little ahead; look, Sandy! She's gaining! No; the sorrel's ahead.

Carter, your driver is g-going too close! He's g-going to smash in--Oh, look!" There was a crash of wheels and a great commotion.

Several women screamed, and a number of men rushed into the ring.

When Sandy got there, the greater crowd was not around the sorrel's driver, who lay in a heap against the railing with a broken leg and a bruised head; it was around Ricks Wilson in angry protest and indignation.
The most vehement of them all was Judge Hollis,--the big, easy-going judge,--whose passion, once roused, was a thing to be reckoned with.
"It was a dastardly piece of cowardice," he cried.