"Don't believe me, eh?" muttered Brack as he walked away. "You'll maybe have a better opinion of me after Tearaway's won."
CHAPTER XXIV
"BY JOVE, SHE'S WONDERFUL"
THE horses were saddled, the jockeys mounting, everything in readiness to go out for the parade.
Picton was talking anxiously to his trainer and Erickson, last instructions were given, Fred was told to make the most of Tearaway in every part of the race, use her staying powers, and in the last furlong her wonderful sprinting qualities to the utmost.
"You feel better now?" asked Picton.
"Yes, much better," said Fred; but he was anything but strong.
A great cheer broke out from the stands and course.
"That's the favorite," said Picton, smiling.