"But he'll bolt as soon as they start, and Hector has no experience of race-riding."
"Nor have the rest; he's as good as most of them, anyway. Don't worry, Mrs. Graeme, but come and watch the race. Where would you like to see it from, the grand stand?"
"No, I'll stay here, I think. Don't let me keep you, though, Captain Carson, I shall be all right."
"I'd rather remain with you if I may. Hullo, there's the trumpet; they're off. Here they come. Cyclops leading."
"Surely he's bolted, oh, he has—he has."
"Not he, always goes a bit free to start with: he'll soon settle down, you'll see. Ah, well over, did you see that, Mrs. Graeme, yards to spare?"
"Where's Matador?"
"Behind, Lord, what a mover he is, only cantering."
"Who's that down, surely it's my husband?"
"No, it isn't, it's Falconer on Sultan; but he's up again now and on. Look how well Cyclops is going, a good twenty lengths ahead, if only he could keep it up."