Dancer

Gave a thought to the fearful amount of money involved. Then, amid a
murmur of excitement, the starting-gate went up, and the horses were
off. For a while "Miracour" led; "Bluebell" running close beside him;
the "King" striding along in cool, quiet canter that covered the miles
at greater speed than the little mare could hope to maintain. "There
goes the 'King'!" exclaimed Lady Caine, almost rising from her seat in
her excitement. "Oh, I do hope he will win don't you, Mr. Vermont?"
Jasper smiled. "I do, indeed," he said, while his little steely eyes
rested upon the shrivelled figure of Peacock, the jockey, with a keen,
cold scrutiny. Meanwhile the horses pounded away over the course, still
in the same order. "Miracour" leading, "Bluebell" falling behind, and
the "King" creeping up easily to the second place. The first fence
placed nearly half the horses out of the running; the next threw out two
more, though the "King" cleared it in his stride, so close in the wake
of his rival that a speck of white foam flecked the haunches of the
leader. A