The race is now
clearly between five. Now for the wall! It's five feet high, built of heavy
blocks, and strong in the staked-out part. As he nears it, Jack sits well
back, getting Daddy Longlegs well by the head, and giving him a refresher
with the whip. It is Jack's last move! His horse comes, neck and croup
over, rolling Jack up like a ball of worsted on the far side. At the same
moment, Multum-in-Parvo goes at it full tilt; and, not rising an inch,
sends Captain Boville flying one way, his saddle another, himself a third,
and the stones all ways. Mr. Sponge then slips through, closely followed by
Hangallows and a jockey in yellow, with a tail of three after them. They
then put on all the steam they can raise over the twenty-acre pasture that
follows.
The white!--the red!--the yaller! The red!--the white!--the yaller! and
anybody's race! A sheet would cover them!--crack! whack! crack! how they
flog! Hercules springs at the sound.
Many of the excited spectators begin hallooing, and straddling, and working
their arms as if their gestures and vociferations would assist the race.
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