"Go!" cried Clay, bringing down the red flag with a swish through the
air.
"Vamose!" Stella's clear young voice rang out.
Then an amazing thing happened. Hatrack seemed to be suddenly galvanized
into life. He straightened out, and shot to the front with great, long
horizontal leaps. His body seemed to be gliding close to the earth.
His head was between his legs, and he was running like a greyhound.
Stella was bent low upon his neck, and every moment or two she would
shout in Spanish, "Go it! Vamose!" or, "You're winning! Vamose!"
And winning Hatrack surely was. Now he was half a length ahead of the
fleet Magpie, who was running the race of her life.
Behind her Stella could hear the crowd yelling like mad. The air fairly
shook with the shouts of the multitude as the two horses shot forward.
But it was a short race, and seemed to Stella to have ended almost as
soon as it began.
As she flew past Bud, she got a fleeting glimpse of him jumping up and
down in a very ecstasy of glee, and she knew that she had won, and began
pulling in Hatrack.
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