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walked down to the quarter pole to witness the start. At 

 the first attempt the flag went down to a capital send-off, 

 all the horses being closely bunched. To the three-quarter 

 pole they raced in close order, Moonstone on the lead. 

 Eounding into the straight run home. War Cry moved 

 up past Lady Washington, and laid with his head at the 

 saddle girth of the leader. In this exact position they 

 raced past the starting point, the three-quarter pole, and 

 as they swept by Charley Boyle shouted to his boy on 

 War Cry to pull back. The boy, evidently greatly sur- 

 prised at the order, obeyed instructions and Moonstone 

 beat him out by three-quarters of a length. No sooner 

 did Boyle call to his boy to pull back than the late Mr. 

 Bookless, who had been talking to him, remarked, ''What 

 do you mean, Charley, giving such an order as that?" 

 Boyle's response was that his horse was sick and he 

 wanted to save him all he could, to which Bookless re- 

 sponded that if he was running a sick horse he would like 

 to get the race finished as quickly as possible. Boyle's 

 error of judgment cost him the race. 



No sooner was the heat announced to Moonstone than 

 another rush took place to the pool stand. Those who 

 had started in on Lady Washington and had swung round 

 to War Cry, now jumped on to Moonstone, and several 

 hundreds more were dumped into the box by the bewild- 

 ered bettors. In the third heat War Cry went off with 

 the lead, and as they passed the judges' stand, was lead- 

 ing Moonstone by a clear length, who in turn had about 

 the same advantage over Lady Washington. At the half- 

 mile Moonstone moved up to the leader, and in this order 

 they raced the mile. As they levelled for home every- 

 body was looking for an exciting finish between the two 

 horses, when suddenly the little mare was seen to let out 

 a link, join issue with the favorites and after a whipping 

 finish she beat them out by half a length. War Cry sec- 

 ond, a head in front of Moonstone. 



The faces of the betting men were now a study. Those 

 who had started in on the Lady, had, after the first heat, 

 transferred their love to War Cry. When Moonstone 



