"Got it all to themselves now," said Silver. "And the best horse wins."
"Bar the dirty," suggested the trainer.
The warning was timely.
AINTREE: Plan of Course
Just before the water Rushton pulled out suddenly right across the brown horse.
It was a deliberate foul, ably executed.
The crowd saw it and howled, and the bookmakers screamed at the offending jockey as he rode off the course into the Paddock.
"Plucky little effort!" shouted Old Mat in Silver's ear. "He deserved to pull it off."
No harm, in fact, had been done.