Chukkers was leaving the rails to swing for the Canal Turn.
The Englishmen and bookies, their hands to their mouths, were screaming exhortations, warnings, advice, to the little fair jockey far away.
"Canal Turn!"
"Dirty Dago!"
"The old game!"
"Watch him, lad!"
"His only chance!"
"Riding for the bump!"
Old Mat paid no heed.
"Mouse bump a mountain," he grunted. "But Chukkers won't get the chance."