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till the Red House was passed. Into the 

 straight running Russborough came with the 

 same strong lead, Robinson glancing over 

 his shoulder at Marson, who sat with his 

 hands well down on his horse's withers, and 

 as cool as an iceberg. The vast crowd 

 closed in upon them, and the roar of a hun- 

 dred thousand iron voices fairly rent the air. 

 ' Voltieeur's beat!' and 'Is 'er beat?' was 

 Bob Hill's response ; ' You maun't tell me 

 that;. I knaws 'im better — Job's a coming!' 

 And sure enough, Job, half way within the 

 distance, slipped a finger off his rein, gave the 

 Derby winner a sharp reminder with his 

 spurs, had him at Russborough's girths in the 

 next three strides, and handed him home a 

 clever winner by a length. The hurrahs that 

 greeted horse and jockey as they returned 

 to the Stand were perfectly deafening, and 

 became, if possible, louder when the Coun- 

 tess of Zetland descended with her husband 

 and patted the conqueror's neck. Spotted 

 handkerchiefs, symbolising Lord Zetland's 

 colours, were waving everywhere, hats were 

 flung recklessly in the air, and even the 

 fielders cheered because one of the right sort 



