"Ain't it a cracker?"
"Hold that dog!"
As they came along the flat, the two horses seemed neck and neck.
The dark lad was riding a finish in approved style. Then the girl stirred with her hands, and the great brown forged ahead.
As the horses came past the watchers, Make-Way-There tailed off suddenly.
Four-Pound-the-Second thundered by like a brown torrent, the stroke of his hoofs making a mighty music.
"Gallops like a railway train," said a voice at Silver's side.
It was Joses.
The young man, lifted above himself, did not resent the other's presence at his side, did not wonder at it. Indeed, it seemed to him quite natural. The wonder of Infinite Power made manifest in flesh rapt the beholders out of themselves. They stood bare-headed in the presence of the abiding miracle, made one by it.
"Can she hold him?" thought Silver as the horse shot past them.