"'Ware horse!" rose the cry.
"Give him room!"
"Look out for his heels!"
"Steady the beauty!"
Plunging across the Paddock, to the disturbance of everybody but the little jockey with the fair hair, who swung to his motions as a flower, fast in earth, swings to the wind, he tore out of the Paddock amid the jeers and laughter of some and the curses of others.
"Smart!" said Joses.
"My eye!" answered Monkey Brand.
Jim Silver, panting after his run, joined Old Mat.
The two made toward the Grand Stand.