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together that they could join hands. Past the 

 judges they go, head to head, neck to neck, not a 

 hand's breadth separating them. 



" Now Murphy begins to slip away from Garri- 

 son. He seems to be doing no riding, but his 

 knees are pressed against Salvator's sides and he 

 is urging the great horse to go out and make 

 pace. As Salvator creeps ahead inch by inch, 

 and the pace quickens by every stride, the hearts 

 of the Tenny men sink in their breasts for they 

 fear their little horse will grow weary of it and 

 sulk. 



" They are rounding the turn now and the first 

 quarter is passed. Salvator's head is just before 

 Tenny's, and now the hearts of the Tenny men 

 are as lead in their bosoms, for the head is growing 

 into a long, clean, muscular neck, and the neck is 

 lengthening inch by inch into a lithe, straining, 

 chestnut body. And now the body is entirely 

 clear, and a glint of daylight shines between the 

 leader and the pursuer. The little speck of day- 

 light broadens out into half a length. Now the 

 Salvator men sneer at little Tenny and speak of 

 ' distancing,' and ' beatings,' and ' by ten lengths,' 

 and ' no race at all.' 



" They are at the third-furlong pole and 



