"Let's see your face!"
Joses, who was standing by the steps that led up to the weighing-room, leapt on to them and snatched the cap from the jockey's head.
He stood displayed before them, fair-haired, close-cropped, shy, and a little sullen.
There was a moment's pause. Then divergent voices shot heavenward and clashed against each other.
"It is!"
"It's her!"
"That's Miss Woodburn!"
"No, it ain't!"
Words were becoming blows, and there were altercations everywhere, when the Clerk of the Scales appeared on the steps and held up his hand for silence.
"Where is Miss Woodburn?" he called.