Eloise put her hands on the horse's back to mount.
“No! No!” cried Polly.
The other girl turned in astonishment at the agony in her voice.
“Polly!”
“Wait, Eloise! I'M going to ride!”
“You can't, not Barbarian! He don't know your turn.”
“So much the better!” She seized the bridle from the frightened girl's hand.
“Polly!” shouted Douglas. He had followed her to the entrance.
“I must! I will!”
She flew into the ring before he could stop her. He took one step to follow her.