And such running! It was rather the long leaping of lions in harness; but for the lumbering chariot, it seemed the four were flying.

When the Byzantine and Corinthian were halfway down the course, Ben-Hur turned the first goal.
AND THE RACE WAS WON! The consul arose; the people shouted themselves hoarse; the editor came down from his seat, and crowned the victors.
The fortunate man among the boxers was a low-browed, yellow-haired Saxon, of such brutalized face as to attract a second look from Ben-Hur, who recognized a teacher with whom he himself had been a favorite at Rome.

From him the young Jew looked up and beheld Simonides and his party on the balcony.

They waved their hands to him.

Esther kept her seat; but Iras arose, and gave him a smile and a wave of her fan--favors not the less intoxicating to him because we know, O reader, they would have fallen to Messala had he been the victor.
The procession was then formed, and, midst the shouting of the multitude which had had its will, passed out of the Gate of Triumph.
And the day was over..