A GREAT MATCH 



pace to the Zetland horse. Voltigeur was mounted 

 on the course. The canter followed the parade. 

 When the flag fell the Irish horse was first away, 

 making strong running. Up the hill the pace 

 quickened, and two lengths separated the horses 

 at the Red House. Into the straight Russborough 

 came, still keeping the lead, his jockey glancing 

 over his shoulder at Marson, who rode with hands 

 well down on Voltigeur's withers. The vast crowd, 

 as the horses passed, closed in upon them. Half- 

 way within the distance Marson gave his horse a 

 sharp reminder with the spurs. In the next 

 three strides he was alongside the other, and ran 

 home a clever winner by a length. Spotted 

 handkerchiefs — the Zetland colours — flew in the 

 air, the police went down like thistledown before 

 a hurricane, and the winner was mobbed by his 

 frantic admirers. 



But the climax of the week's excitement was 

 yet to come. Voltigeur on the Friday threw 

 down the gauntlet to the mighty Dutchman in 

 the Cup. Never had there been such a Cup day 

 on the historic Town Moor. It was a battle d 

 outrance between North and South. The four- 

 year-old was a hot favourite — ii to 2 and 6 to i 

 being betted on him — and by the talent he was 

 fully expected to beat his younger rival, who, 

 it was thought, would be feeling the effect of his 

 two severe races only two days before. Voltigeur, 

 however, was in reality all the better for his exer- 

 tions. On the Wednesday he was undoubtedly 

 short of a gallop : but the following day, when he 

 walked over for the Scarborough Stakes, he seemed 

 as if he had never run a race the day before, and 



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