"Hurrah!" shouted the crowd, again. "Ride or die! Sail in! Ride or die!"
This time, Warrior, as if ashamed of himself for his former failure, made amends by taking the leap, with the velocity of a meteor.
He landed safely on the other side amid the applause of the spectators, and Jack gave him his head.
Away they went, the horse seeming to like nothing better.
The black horse was not so far ahead, as Jack had expected, for he had not been husbanded by his rider, and his strength was beginning to fail him.
The first set of hurdles was cleared; at the second, Warrior stumbled; but a vigorous hand on the reins and a sharp reminder with the whip, showed him his duty, and he went over.
At the third and last set, the second horse fell heavily, throwing his rider.
Harkaway was now second in the race, the leader being on the home stretch, and going in a somewhat labored manner.
Going over the last fence, Jack put all his horsemanship into requisition.
The grand stand was in view, and the hoarse roar of thousands of voices became audible.