"That bay on the outside."
"What colors?"
"Yellow. Harcourt up."
"Take him along! Take him along! Good God, he's not using the whip already, is he?"
"No, no! No, no!"
"Damnation!" cried Tony, "why didn't we keep to the inclosure? I believe my horse is beaten. Don't look round, you little blighter! It's not an egg-and-spoon race."
The spectators were roaring like the sea.
"Moonbeam! Chimpanzee! Moonbeam! Moonbeam!" was shouted in a crescendo of excitement.
There was a momentary lull.
"Moonbeam by a head," floated in a kind of unisonant sigh along the rails.