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man has not a great deal of time to make plans or 

 speculate on what may happen, but I trailed along not 

 supposing that Green would endeavor to hold me in 

 the pocket, with the mare having two heats and thus 

 give her the race. Besides I expected Doble to go too 

 fast for Lucille in the last quarter and thus make an 

 opening. But it soon became clear that they had me 

 there and meant to keep me there, and when well up 

 the stretch I saw only a desperate chance and took it. 

 That was to drop behind Lucille, pull out and go 

 around the pair, and trust to one supreme burst of 

 speed to make up the lost ground and beat the Maid 

 to the wire. Green did not observe the movement 

 until I had Smuggler straightened on the outside, and, 

 as he saw Smuggler's white face at his shoulder and 

 coming like a whirlwind, he shouted, "Look out, Budd, 

 he's out." In the emergency Doble became " rattled," 

 as we now express it, suddenly went to tue whip, and 

 drove the mare off her feet. True and straight, with 

 a burst of speed that no horse that ever trod the turi 

 could excel, Smuo-o-ler rushed on to victorv, winnino- the 

 heat by a neck, and with that heat vanished the 

 Maid's last hope. In speaking of that sudden grasp at 

 our only chance — seemingly a forlorn hope — and of 

 that meteoric rush at the hnish, a turf-writer said : "A 

 smile of triumph lighted Doble's face, and the crowd 

 settled sullenl}^ down to the belief that the race was 

 over. Marvin was denounced as a fool for placing 

 himself at such a disadvantage, and imagination pict- 

 ured just beyond the wire the crown of Goldsmith Maid 

 with new laurels woven in it. But look, bv the D:hosts 

 of the de23arted! Marvin has determined upon a bold 



