The driver heeds; he moves—the furious pace
Grows frenzied! Oh, the glory of a race
Like this of modern days, with steady hand
To steer a whirlwind through a startled land!
THE WATCHERS
“The first is near!—Let no one cross!—Take care!
“See! There they are!—Look out! The horn! Beware!
“Stand back!—They’re two!... It’s Girardot! No, no;
“It’s Charron! No, it’s Levegh!—How they blow