Banks handled the filly well, but had not the same powers as Fred Erickson at his best; they were wanted now just to help her home.
Neck and neck they raced, head and head, not an inch between them, outstretched nostrils; it was a tremendous race, one of the best ever seen for the Cup.
Sir Robert and Picton looked on, thrilling with excitement. It was a desperate finish. Both were game, the filly and the horse, and fought to the bitter end. As they passed the judge's box no one could tell which had won.
"Dead heat," said the judge.
Sir Robert and Picton shook hands heartily.
"By jove, what a race!" the baronet said.
"I'm glad it was a dead heat," said Picton. "We've both won."