Picton Woodridge was recognized as he came with his trainer to lead Tearaway in. Cheer after cheer was given as he walked beside her through the living lane.
"How are you, Fred?" he asked.
The jockey did not speak, he gazed straight before him with dull eyes, like a man in a dream.
"Brant, he's very ill," said Picton.
The trainer looked at the jockey and was alarmed at the expression on, and color of, his face. There was no spark of life in it and his complexion was a leaden color.
"Keep up, Fred, keep up! You've done splendidly!" said Brant.
Many people in the crowd noticed the jockey's condition and wondered at it.
"He's ill, poor chap."
"The race has been too much for him."
"I heard he was bad before they went out."