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changed. It was seen that the Maid was tired and her 

 eager backers of an hour ago were anxious to .hedge. In 

 the second score of the fourth heat, the Judges observed 

 that Smuggler was on his stride, although behind, and so 

 gave the word. In his anxiety to secure the pole Doble 

 forced Goldsmith Maid into a run, and as Lucille Gold- 

 dust quickly followed her, the stallion found his progress 

 barred unless he pulled out and around them. Marvin de- 

 cided to trail, and he kept in close pursuit of the two 

 mares even after he had rounded into the home-stretch. 

 Green would not give way with Lucille, and Doble pulled 

 the Maid back just far enough to keep Marvin from slip- 

 ping through with the stallion. The pocket was complete, 

 and thought to be secure. A smile of triumph lighted 

 Doble's face, and the crowd settled sullenly down to the 

 belief that the race was over. Marvin was denounced as 

 a fool for placing himself at a disadvantage, and imagina- 

 tion pictured just beyond the wire the crown of Gold- 

 smith Maid with new laurel woven into it. But look ! By 

 the ghosts of the departed ! Marvin has determined upon 

 a bold experiment. He falls back and to the right, with 

 the intention of getting out around the pocket. Too late, 

 too late! is the hoarse whisper. Why, man, you have but 

 one hundred and fifty yards in which to straighten your 

 horse and head the Maid, whose burst of speed has been 

 held in reserve for just such an occasion as this! Her 

 gait is 2 :i4. and you — well, you are simply mad ! The un- 

 counted thousands held their breath. The stallion does 

 not leave his feet although pulled to a forty-five angle to 

 the right, and the moment that his head is clear and the 

 path open, he dashes forward with the speed of the stag- 

 hound. It is more like flying than trotting. Doble hur- 

 ries his mare into a break, but he cannot stop the dark 



