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comes early. At twelve o'clock every seat in the 

 grand stand is taken. It is a crowd of notables 

 of every profession. 



" And now a cheer goes up as the paddock gate 

 is thrown open and the mighty Salvator, with 

 Isaac Murphy sitting sphinxlike in the saddle, 

 steps proudly out. He passes the applauding 

 multitude with the air of a prince who is receiv- 

 ing only what rightfully belongs to him. In a 

 few moments Tenny comes galloping down the 

 track, and another cheer goes up for the grand 

 little son of Rayon d'Or. 



" For a moment they stand together at the 

 post, side by side, motionless. And now the 

 starter has sent the red flag down and a roar 

 goes up from the thousands in the grand stand, 

 ' They're off ! ' 



" Tenny is the first to spring away. He is 

 close to the inner rail and he shoots out like an 

 arrow, a good half-length before Salvator. In a 

 moment Murphy has Prince Charlie's greatest 

 son well in hand. His hand has tightened on the 

 bridle rein ; he is at Tenny 's head, and the race 

 has begun. 



" They are half-way down the first furlong now, 

 with their heads together, the two jockeys so close 



