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already won. Cecil, his heart thumping against his ribs, 

 watches breathlessly. 



' The favourite dont win ! He'll never get up ! ' yells 

 another observer. 



Jackson has not asked his mare to quicken her pace, 

 and twice looks back. Why does he not push on a bit 

 and make sure ? for Bedford's orange and white striped 

 jacket is now picking up at a great pace. He has 



' You Pull Back a Bit ' 



closed the gap between him and the leader, and Port 

 Admiral's head is at her quarters — at her girths ; but 

 now they are close on the post. Is there time ? The 

 roar from stands and ring is tremendous. 



' Come on, Bedford ! ' ' Port Admiral ! ' * Chimney 

 Corner — why doesn't that idiot send her along ? ' ' The 

 favourite's beat ! ' ' The favourite wins ! ' ' The other's 

 won ! ' ' Here, 2 to 1 on Chimney Corner ! ' But the 



