it towards the paddock.

"It was very good of you to come and tell us," said Martin, in English,
"with the whole populace looking on. It will do you no good, you know,
to do a kindness to people under a cloud. I suppose it was true what you
said about the prince being unhurt?"

"Almost," answered Cartoner. "He is rather badly shaken. I think you
will find it necessary to go home, but there is no need for anxiety."

"Oh no!" exclaimed Martin. "He is a tough old fellow. You cannot come in
here, you know, Wanda. It is against the Jockey Club laws, even in case
of accidents."

He stood at the gate of the club enclosure as he spoke.

"Wait here," he said, "with Cartoner, and I will be back in a few
minutes."

So Cartoner and Wanda were left in the now deserted paddock, while the
distant roar of voices announced that the start for the next race had
been successfully accomplished.

Wanda looked rather anxiously towards the little square pavilion into
which her brother was hurrying, and Cartoner only looked at Wanda. He
waited till she should speak, and she did not appear to have anything to
say at that moment. Perhaps in this one case that clear understanding
of which she was such a pronounced advocate was only to be compassed by
silence, and not by speech. The roar of voices behind them came nearer
and nearer as the horses approached the winning-post. The members of the