With a snort of mingled rage and pain, the horse rushed at the jump and cleared it; but he was docile no longer, for he dashed away in a manner which showed that he meant to have his own way. "Go it, my beauty!" muttered Jack, "we'll soon see who is master." Warrior was not at all backward in accepting this challenge, and made the running in fine style, taking leap after leap like a deer. It required a strong hand and a quick eye to manage him. Jack's arms felt as if they would be pulled out of their sockets, but he kept his seat in the saddle as if he had grown there. The course was a circular one. Two-thirds of the way round was an artificially-constructed water-jump, a hole having been dug, about twenty-five feet wide by forty feet long and ten deep. Owing to recent rain this formidable leap was full of water. A large crowd had collected here, anticipating some sport, for it was correctly surmised that many horses would either refuse it or throw their riders. Jack had not been over the course, which was a great disadvantage to him, yet he saw the gleam of the water and prepared for it. The black horse was leading, and behind it was a strong Kentucky bay. Both cleared the water-jump successfully. Jack now passed the fourth horse, which had weakened visibly. The third horse fell at the water-jump, breaking his rider's collar-bone and injuring itself so that it had to be shot. This accident made Jack third in the race. After the water-leap were three sets of hurdles; and then, for about a mile and a half, it was a straight run for home, over as nice a bit of turf as a horse ever galloped on. Warrior approached his task and Jack plied him with whip and spur, fearful he might balk at the sight of the water, as many horses will, and determining to get him over if possible. Loud cheers and cries of encouragement greeted him. The edge of the water was nearly reached; he prepared to lift the horse; and with the breeze almost blowing the words down his throat, he stimulated the animal with his voice: "Now, then, my darling," he said, "jump for your life and mine." Suddenly a man in the crowd opened an umbrella and held it up near Warrior's eyes. The effect was instantaneous, for the horse swerved, refused the jump, and rearing up, stood for a moment on his hind legs, pawing the air. Jack was afraid he would fall on and crush him, but he was equal to the occasion, for he threw himself off, just as Warrior fell back. Before he did this, he caught sight of the man with the umbrella. "Bambino," he muttered. The wretch had opened the umbrella, evidently on purpose to frighten the horse and make Jack endanger his life. Harvey was right, after all. The fall which Jack received was an ugly one; for a moment he lay stunned and bleeding from a cut on the forehead. He had lost his cap, and his shirt was torn and muddy. Kind and sympathizing bystanders helped him to his feet; willing hands caught his horse.