in the rear, and in that order they flashed under the wire, the
yells were not that a race had been won, but that a prophecy had
Of the thousands that cheered Carter and fell upon him and indeed
did tear his clothes off his back, one of his friends alone was
sufficiently unselfish to think of what it might, mean to Carter.
"Champ!" roared his friend, pounding him on both shoulders. "You
old wizard! I win ten thousand! How much do you win?"
Carter cast a swift glance at Dolly. he said, "I win much more than
And Dolly, raising her eyes to his, nodded and smiled contentedly.