Part 32 (1/2)

Bradley rode splendidly, so did Colley, and both horses put in all they knew.

They were just at the post when The Duke made his final stride. Had he won? n.o.body knew, not even the jockeys; each thought he had just got it. The judge was certain; he alone could decide, and he did not hesitate.

There was a moment of silent suspense, then the hurricane of cheers as number one, The Duke's number, went up. Alan's horse had won by half a head in the last stride and Southerly Buster was only just vanquished.

”Honor's divided,” was Mr. Hallam's comment when he met Alan in the paddock.

”They are,” he replied; ”there is nothing between them.”

”Only half a head,” answered Mr. Hallam, smiling, ”but it makes all the difference.”

”I thought I'd just done it,” said Bradley.

”So did I,” said Colley. ”It was the last stride; they were dead level next moment.”

”It was worth coming home for,” said Alan enthusiastically. ”There'll be some fun at the front to-night. There were several wagers on. They are all great sports.”

”Will they hear the result?” asked Eve.

”Oh, yes; you've no idea how news gets round; it's remarkable where it comes from--Lord only knows,” said Alan.

There was much speculation in Newmarket during the evening as to the next day's match. Southerly Buster had run such a race that it was considered Rainstorm, who was the better horse, had a splendid chance of beating Bandmaster. Many people doubted the Hunt Cup winner's capability to stay two miles. Mr. Hallam was so impressed with Southerly Buster's performance that he laid several big wagers Rainstorm would win. Alan was not oversanguine, although Fred Skane declared Bandmaster's task was easier than The Duke's.

Baron Childs invited Alan, Evelyn Berkeley, and the Hallams to stay with him for the night; he also had other friends there. During the evening there was some wagering on the next day's match and opinions were about equally divided.

The Baron was particularly attentive to Eve. Alan smiled as he said to himself:

”He does not know we are engaged. Eve is mine; there's no chance for anybody else.”

Alan walked to Skane's after dinner and had a long talk with him over the running of his horses.

”Think we'd better put Robin Hood over the sticks,” he said. ”I've found out he's a good fencer; there'll be some meetings under National Hunt rules during the winter and next spring.”

Alan was pleased at the suggestion; he loved a ride over the sticks or steeple-chase course, and Robin Hood was just the mount for him.

CHAPTER XX

TWO STAYERS

When Rainstorm and Bandmaster cantered down the course they were greeted with cheers; the second match was regarded with even more interest than the first.

The element of doubt about the staying powers of Bandmaster caused odds to be laid on the Australian, who had the reputation of a long distance winner. Alan was rather surprised at this, and supported his horse freely in order to make him favorite. This he did not succeed in, as the colonials laid short odds freely on Rainstorm.

Both horses were fit; they went moving past in free and easy style.

Some said Bandmaster was a bit above himself; another gallop or two would have made all the difference, but the trainer said no; the horse always did better when a trifle big.

They were to run over the last two miles of the Caesarewitch course, a sure test of a horse's stamina.

They were sent on their journey at once and Rainstorm made the running.

Wrench told Bradley he need not fear making as much use of him as he thought fit.