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idea struck the spectators in the ring and stands, 

 and was emphasized by a shout, 



'' They'll never catch him ! " half a dozen 

 voices cried. ** Go on, Eonald ! Go on, Osprey ! " 

 came from the stand. *' Go on, Mavis ! " a 

 bookmaker shouted in a voice heard over all. 

 '' Here ! What about Mavis ? " " Even money 

 Mavis! Six to four Ked Eonald," comes from 

 the ring. Wild excitement prevailed. 



Flutterton, a sudden inspiration having 

 dawned upon him, unconsciously moved his body, 

 as he watched the race, in time to the leader's 

 stride. Crossley is riding his hardest, and 

 rapidly overhauling the animal that has now so 

 nearly approached the post. The white jacket 

 is three lengths in front of the green and red 

 hoops, but as they pass the stand, Wynnerly's 

 crimson, white cap is a good two lengths in 

 front of the white jacket. Breathless attention 

 on the part of some, who watch with eager 

 faces ; incoherent cries on the part of others, 

 express the varied sentiments of the spectators. 

 No ! they will certainly never catch him ; Eed 

 Eonald is within a length of the leader, half a 

 dozen strides from the judge's box, when Wyn- 

 nerly, who has not yet touched his game mare, 

 draws his whip. Two strokes swiftly fall on her 

 Hank, she answers by increasing her advantage, 



