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last named seems to shoot out and take a strong 

 lead. 



** Oh, he cannot win ! " Mabel exclaims in an 

 agony of fear. 



But there is reassurance in Sir Henry's 

 answer. 



"Yes, yes, dear. He's riding with splendid 

 patience. See ! " 



What Mabel saw did not comfort her. The 

 four neared the last fence and Eed Eover's 

 jockey did just what she longed to see Clive do, 

 take up his whip. If Heartsease would but 

 struggle now he should have rest^ and peace and 

 comfort to the end of his life, she thought. But 

 to her surprise the crowd raised a cry *' The 

 favourite's beat ! " and Sir Thomas Aston behind 

 her, uttered an exclamation of rage and dis- 

 appointment. Eed Eover was indeed first over 

 the last fence, but at the moment of landing he 

 was passed by Bay Bessie, with Heartsease at 

 her girths. Crossley, sitting down in the saddle, 

 was riding hard, and Eed Eover kept his place 

 for a few seconds, while Witchcraft dropped 

 back, yet Crossley 's white jacket could never 

 reach the scarlet or the blue. Scarlet plods 

 on, but it is evident enough to the experienced 

 eye that the lead of a neck is held on sufferance. 

 When some fifty yards from the winning-post 



