"They make it up in speed, however," said Mr. Worthington; "and Figaro is fifteen hands. He has run at Carlisle and at Preston, in your country, and won everything. In fact, he has never been beaten."
A roar from the crowd announced the appearance of the horses. "What is the black?" she asked.
"Trial."
"And the chestnut?"
"Chester."
"And the sorrel?"
"Merry Andrew."
"And the bay?"
"Figaro."