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Salvator passes It first with half a length of day- 

 light to spare. Garrison is sitting high on Tenny 

 and the little horse is running strong and free. 

 And now the pace has become terrific. The two 

 horses are skimming over the ground on the far- 

 away back-stretch so fast that the whispering wind 

 stealing away to the ocean is outsped, so fast that 

 the scores of men who are holding watches 

 look again to see if there is no mistake. All the 

 awkwardness of that uncouth hack has passed 

 away from Tenny, and he sweeps along behind 

 the leader as gracefully as a young fawn. And 

 Salvator, never flagging, fleet of foot, maintains 

 his lead. Past the half and the five-eighths he is 

 still in front, Tenny stubbornly fighting the bitter 

 fight of the beaten horse behind him, and now 

 Murphy again digs his knees into the gallant 

 chestnut's sides and the daylight between the 

 two once more begins to lengthen. At the third 

 quarter Salvator is two lengths to the good. 



" And now for the first time the killing pace 

 begins to tell on Tenny. They are passing the 

 stable where the little horse lives, and in some 

 mysterious way he thinks he would be better 

 there than out in this brilliant sun fighting the 

 inevitable. For a moment he wavers, and then 



