Cheer after cheer pealed over the course when the saffron jacket was seen in the lead; the filly was favorite, a six to four chance.
Banks kept pushing her along; he did not know how to handle her as well as Fred Erickson, but did his best.
May was riding Tristram strictly to orders.
"Bring him with a rush in the last quarter of a mile," said Sir Robert.
Ripon was going well, but could not keep the pace with Tearaway.
At last May brought Tristram out and the great horse came along with giant strides, his natural style of going. On he came swooping down, passing first one then another, drawing level with Ripon, leaving him, and going in pursuit of Tearaway.
The excitement was intense; all eyes were fixed on the splendid pair, the mare and the horse, owned by two good sportsmen, hailing from Yorkshire, both well known in the county. Captain Ben Bruce was with Brack, who had been persuaded to stop until the meeting was over; he was very fond of the old boatman, and knew he deserved well of them all. Brack was to have a look round Haverton before he returned home. He had backed Tearaway again, and was shouting her name frantically, much to the Captain's amusement. She looked like a winner, she was going so well, but there was no mistaking the way in which Tristram galloped.
"He's catching her!" said Sir Robert excitedly.
Picton smiled confidently; he did not think he would do it.
A great shout went up when Tristram got to Tearaway's girth; May rode a brilliant finish.