Jim [to Tim]. Do you suppose that's us?
Tim. I don't see any others.
Master [loud]. Any entries?
Jim. Cock-horse Chanticleer, ridden by Jim.
Tim. Cock-horse Rooster, ridden by Tim.
Master. One, two, three, off!
[They ride round and round, crowd cheer, etc. They come in a dead heat.
Master. A dead heat—no prize.
Jim. No prize?
Master. No. Don't talk. Next revel, a dance.