52 HISTORYOFTHE 



The last quarter is neared, Huron leads, but only by a little, 

 that is steadily growing less. Azra is at his saddle, at his 

 withers, at his head, gaining at every stride, slowly, but surely 

 forging to the front. They are in the stretch and on even terms. 

 Grandsons, both, of the great Leamington, the blood of the great 

 race horse that flows in their veins has no taint of the coward, 

 such as that of the colt that labors four lengths behind them. 

 Azra is on the inside, and Britton has pinned him so close that 

 Clayton can not use his whip. The boys knees must touch as the 

 two colts race head and head. The crowd goes wild. Men yell 

 the name, first of one and then the other. But for a moment 

 the cries of "Azra, Azra wins," drown the others. He is draw- 

 ing away. Clayton is climbing up on his neck and working like 

 a demon. At the eighth pole he is almost a neck in front oi 

 Huron. The race seems over, Huron, after setting the pace 

 throughout, surely can not come again. But he does ! Britton 

 has never ceased work on him, and at one bound lifts him back 

 once more head to head. But that is all. The two are straining 

 every muscle, the last link, of speed is out in each, but as the 

 fiery nostrils of the racers see-saw past each other with the 

 swaying of the oustretched necks only for an instant is first 

 Azra's and Huron's nose ahead. Not a whip is raised. Hands 

 are too precious. Britton is riding vigorously, but Clayton is 

 outdoing him. Can not he lift his mount just an inch or two 

 to the front? The wire is there above them. Ten thousand 

 people are yelling and Clayton puts out his supreme effort. Jt 

 succeeds ! Azra has won. Right on the post he gains six inches, 

 no more, and by that distance stands the winner of the Kentucky 

 Derby of 1892. It is a grand race, and victor and loser alike 

 are cheered to the echo by the excited crowd. The value of 

 the stake was $4,230. 





