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first half-mile.

"The two Doctors are good colts, and game colts, but from the time the
field straightened into the backstretch, they too may be dismissed from
comment. They strive hard, but that chestnut demon in front is breaking
their hearts, and their utmost efforts do not save them from falling foot
by foot farther back from any chance in the final struggle for the prize.

"It is a duel. To the uninitiated Typhoon seems to be merely rating in
front with ample in reserve. To those who know the colt it is
soul-stirring to see that other little chestnut colt buckling to his work,
holding that lead down to three lengths and refusing to be outfooted by a
splendid sprinter.

"Around the far turn Clayton throws the whip into Ornament's side, and he
runs out from under it marvelously. A full length is closed, but Clayton
settles down to hand-riding again and no more of the gap is closed. Again
he does this as the finish of the first mile is passed. Again he changes
his tactics. And still Typhoon races in front.

"Garner is proving himself a rider of fine quality. He is coaxing Typhoon.
He is handling a colt with hand-riding, and it may be stated right here
that no prettier bit of that same sort of riding has been seen on the
Louisville track since the best days of Isaac Murphy, with the one
exception of Simms' finish on Ben Brush.

"Garner looks neither to right nor left. He has the race if he can hold.
He swings Typhoon wide into the homestretch, landing him in the best and
dryest path. Ornament must catch that colt if there is hope for him to
win. He must get to Typhoon's throat-latch and ask him the question of
courage. Clayton takes a chance. He hugs the rail and saves at least a
length. Then, wisely, he bears out toward the hard going. Ornament is
closing on Typhoon.

"Clayton goes to the whip at the eighth pole and again Ornament comes
forward from under punishment. He is nearing Typhoon. What is that boy
Garner going to do? Every ounce in Typhoon is out! If Garner has not a
wonderfully cool head he will drop the rein and lift the whip. He does not
do it. He looks straight ahead. He is climbing forward on the leader's
withers coaxing him on, coaxing him always on. Typhoon is all out, but
Ornament, too is staggering a length back and the wire is overhead.

"Ornament is gaining, gaining at every jump, running from the whip, ready
to go on until he drops. But Typhoon, with that same steam