ere Drake stood with Glory by his side. He was outwardly
calm, but with a proud flush under his pallor; she was visibly excited,
and could not stand on the same spot for many seconds together. By this
time the noise made by the bookmakers in the inclosure below was like
that of ten thousand sea fowl on a reef of rock, and Glory was trying to
speak above the deafening clangour.

"Silver and gold have I none, but if I had--what's that?"

A white flag had fallen as signal for the start, there was a hollow roar
from the starting post, and people were shouting, "They're off!" Then
there was a sudden silence, a dead hush--below, above, around,
everywhere, and all eyes, all glasses, all lorgnettes were turned in the
direction of the runners.

The horses got well away and raced up the hill like cavalry charging in
line; then at the mile post the favourite drew to the front, and the
others went after him in an indistinguishable mass. But the descent
seemed not to his liking; he twisted a good deal, and the jockey was seen
sawing the reins and almost hanging over the horse's head. When the
racers swung round Tattenham Corner and came up like mice in the
distance, it was seen that another horse had taken advantage of an
opening and was overhauling the favourite with a tremendous rush. His
colours were white and black. It was Ellan Vannin. From that moment
Drake's horse never relinquished his advantage, but came down the
straight like a great bird with his wings ceasing to flap, passed the
Stand amid great excitement, and won handsomely by a length.

Then in the roar of delight that went up from the crowd Glory, with her
hand on Drake's shoulder, was seen to be crying, laughing, and cheering
at the same moment.

"But _you've_ lost," said Drake.

"Oh, bother that!" she said, and when the jockey had slipped from his
saddle, and Drake had taken his horse into the weighing-room and the "All
right!" was shouted, she started the cheering again and said she meant to
make a dead heat of it with Tennyson's brook.

"But why did you bet against me?" said Drake.

"You silly boy," she answered with a crow of happiness and gaiety,
"didn't the gipsy tell me I should lose money to-day? And how could I bet
on your horse unless you lost the race?"

Drake laughed merrily at her delicious duplicity and could hardly resist
an impulse to take her in his arms and kiss her. Meantime his friends
were slapping him on the back and people were crush