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shadow which flits by him. Smuggler goes over the 

 score a winner of the heat by a neck, and the roar which 

 comes from the grand stand and the quarter-stretch is 

 simply deafening. As Marvin comes back with Smug- 

 gler to weigh, the ovation is even greater than that which 

 he received in the preceding heat. Nothing like the burst 

 of speed he had shown had ever before been seen on the 

 track, and it may be that it will never be seen again. 

 Marvin had two reasons for going into the pocket. In 

 the first place he thought that Green would pull out when 

 the pinch came and let him through, and in the second 

 place he erroneously supposed that Doble would push the 

 Maid down the stretch and leave him room to get out that 

 way. It was bad judgment to get into the pocket, since 

 had the Maid won the heat, the race would have been 

 over; but it must be admitted that Marvin acted not 

 without a show of reason. In riding at the gait he was 

 riding, a man does not have any extra time to mature his 

 plans. The heat was literally won from the fire. It was 

 only the weight of a hair which turned the scales from 

 defeat to victory. Doble was more deeply moved by the 

 unexpected result of the heat than by anything else which 

 happened in the race. His smile of triumph was turned 

 in one brief instant to an expression of despair. The time 

 of the heat was 2 :i9%. Smuggler again cooled out well, 

 nibbling eagerly at his bunch of hay, while the crowd 

 massed around him. The Maid was more tired than ever, 

 while Lucille Golddust showed no signs of distress. 

 When the horses responded to the bell for the fifth heat 

 it was evident that a combination had been formed 

 against Smuggler. All worked against him. Lucille 

 Golddust and Bodine worried him by repeated scorings, 

 and when thev excited him into a break and he grabbed 



