Inimmediateechothecryarose，\"They’reoff！They’reoff！\"andneckswerestrainedtocatchaglimpseofthefirstthatshouldappearwherethecoursetookaslightturn。
Inafewsecondsthetwoleadinghorsesareseen，theriderslowovertheirnecks，andbehindthem，almosthiddenbythedust，thecrowdofyelling，waving，shootinghorsemen。
TheDemonisleading，theSwallowcloseonhisflank。AstheycomewithinclearviewtheexperiencedeyesofthecrowdseethatwhiletheDemon，thoughasyetuntouchedbywhiporspur，isdoingallthatisinhim，theSwallowisholdinghimeasily。Onallsidesthemenofthewestraiseapaeanofvictory，\"TheSwallow！TheSwallow！
Goodboy，Kiddie！Lethergo！Lethergo！\"\"You’vegothimstanding！\"\"Bullyboy！\"
FiftyyardsfromthewinningpostTheKidleansoverhismare’sneckandshakesouthisflutteringreins。LikethebirdwhosenameshebearstheSwallowdartstothefront，alengthahead。InvaintheCaptaincallstotheDemon，plyingfiercelywhipandspur。Withnostrilsdistendedandblood—red，witheyesstartingfromtheirsockets，andmouthfoamingbloodyfroth，thenobleanimalrespondsandessayshisfinalattempt。