Once  at  a  horse  race  he  had  seen  a  horse  which
had  just  been  lamed  tied  near  the  track.  It  heard
the  ringing  of  the  gong,  heard  the  music  of  the
other  horses'  feet,  heard,  saw,  smelled,  sensed  in
every  way  the  race  that  was  going  on.  A  weakness
in  one  foot  could  not  kill  the  spirit  of  a  race  horse.
Tied  there  beside  the  track,  watching  others  strug
gling  for  the  race !  He  had  wondered  about  that
horse,  then,  had  been  sure  from  the  quivering  of  its
nostrils,  the  pawing  of  its  foot,  the  passionate
trembling  of  its  whole  superb  body  that  it  suffered.
Thinking  back  to  it  to-night  he  had  good  reason
to  know  that  he  had  been  right  that  day.
