"Pass him, Dennis! Pass him!"
"Shad wins!"
"Look at his form, will you!"
"Oh, you jockey!"
"Shad wins!"
"Hurrah!"
"Hurray!"
"Hurroo!"
But at this moment, when it seemed as though the race was to go to the Tennessee Shad's nag, which had that superiority which one sacrificial horse in a Spanish bullfight ring has over another, Dennis de Brian de Boru suddenly produced the remnants of a bag of cream puffs and, by means of three well-directed, squashing shots on the rear quarters of his coal-black steed, plunged ahead and won the road, amid terrific cheering.
"Dennis forever!"