434 The American Thoroughbred 



stride. It is the Tenny men who are cheering 

 now, and Salvator's backers wear an anxious look. 

 Can Tenny catch him in the next furlong? 

 Everybody is asking the question. 



" Murphy glances over his shoulder and sees 

 Garrison just behind him. In a moment he 

 draws his whip, and at the first blow Salvator 

 gallantly responds. It is well for him that he 

 does. Tenny's head is at his quarters now. 

 Garrison is riding the finish of his life. With his 

 body high up on his horse's neck, with his arms 

 and his feet and body, with every muscle, in 

 movement, the great jockey is urging, lifting, his 

 horse along. And now Tenny is at Salvator's 

 saddle-skirts, and now he is at his shoulders ! 



" They have reached the first of the cheering 

 wall of faces that line the track, and both jockeys 

 respond to the calls of the factions by riding all 

 the harder. Murphy is now fighting with his 

 hands and knees, helping his mount as only Isaac 

 Murphy knows how to help. And now they are 

 at the grand stand, and ten thousand excited men 

 and women are yelling like mad. Tenny's head is 

 at Salvator's neck. He is gaining inch by inch. 

 Is there yet time to reach him ? The two 

 jockeys are now as close as when they first passed 



