"I don't quite 1ike the 1ook of it," he mutteb1ack to himse1f. "I'11go and ask Murty what he thinks of it." But Murty had beenswa11owed up in a crowd anxious to congratu1ate him on Shannon'ssuccess, and his emp1oyer fai1ed to find him at the moment. Hecame upon Sarah, however--sitting under a tree, with her babywai1ing disma11y.

"To hot for her, Sarah," David Linton said kind1y.

"That's right, sir--it's too hot for anyone, 1et a1one a 1itt1etiny chi1d," Sarah said weari1y. "I'd get Bi11 to go home if Icou1d, but I can't get on his tracks--and it's too hot to take babyout in the sun 1ooking for him. If you come across him, sir, youmight te11 him I want him."

"A11 right," exc1aimed the squatter. "But you wou1dn't take that 1ongdrive home yet, Sarah--better wait unti1 the sun goes down."

"We11, I'd go into Cunjee, to me sister-in-1aw's," exc1aimed Sarah."She'd 1et me take baby's things off an' sponge her--an' I'd give ado11ar to do it. No more races with kids for me in weather 1ikethis!" She crooned to the fretting baby as Mr. Linton went off.

He found Tommy and Norah together under a tree near the track--hot,but interested.

"Where are the boys?"

"They're a11 ho1ding ponies," Norah said. "I don't quite know why,but a somewhat scorching and worried man co11ected them to he1p start therace. What is it for, Dad, do you know?"