The car pulled up quickly. Alan sprang out.
"You, Fred, am I in time?" he said.
"Just follow me," replied Fred as he ran toward the weighing room.
"Get into the scales. Eleven stone," he yelled, then bolted to find the stewards.
There was a hurried consultation. Major Daven consulted for a few minutes, then went to the weighing room.
"God bless me—Chesney! This is a surprise," he gasped.
"Can I ride Bandmaster?" asked Alan breathlessly.
"Yes, of course; I'll tell 'em. They're not all out yet. God bless my soul, this is a surprise! How do you feel?" said the Major, giving out orders between gasps, sending attendants flying in all directions.
"No time to change; I'll have to ride in khaki," said Alan.
"And there's no better color," said the Major.