A second time Jeanette drove her horse forward toward the fence. This time he rose and skimmed gracefully across, as gallant and undisturbed as Jeanette Colter outwardly appeared.
Together they raced on toward the judges' stand. Behind her she could hear several of the other riders not far away.
Whether or not she had won the race honestly she intended to be first under the blue ribbon, tied across the field before the judges' box.
As her pony passed under the blue ribbon, there was a sound of applause from the spectators, then cheering from her neighbors and friends.
Jeanette slid to the ground.
One of the men from their own Rainbow Ranch took hold of the bridle of her horse.
A moment later and the other riders were standing beside her. Jeanette had a confused impression that they were congratulating her.
Senator Marshall and Peter Stevens, who were two of the judges, were coming toward her.
Some one thrust into her hands a big bouquet of roses tied with the club colors, blue and white.
At this moment Jeanette beheld her stepmother. She had ridden across the field more slowly than the others.