The words confirmed suspicion, and brought forth a roar of cheering from the Americans.
"Here, sir!" panted a voice.
Monkey Brand was forcing his way through the crowd, heralded by the police. Behind him followed a slight figure in dark blue.
"Is that Miss Woodburn?" called the Clerk.
"Yes," replied a deep voice. "Here I am."
"Would you step up here?"
The girl ran up the steps, and took her place by the little jockey. Whoever else was disconcerted, it was not she.
A sound that was not quite a groan rose from the watching crowd and died away.
The girl gave her hand to the jockey.
"Well ridden, Albert," she said, and in the silence her words were heard by thousands.