Bradley was the stronger rider, but he had not more determination than his young rival. Bandmaster drew level, and in the next few strides got his head in front. At this Alan's feelings grew too strong for him and he shouted:
"Bandmaster wins!" two or three times.
It was a grand race and one to be remembered.
Again White Legs held a slight advantage, but Bandmaster was not done with, and the difference in weight told its tale. Colley was riding hard; it was a very clever effort on his part, and recognized as such. As they closed on to the winning-post Bandmaster again got his head in front and this time White Legs could not wrest the advantage from him.
A few more strides decided the race. Bandmaster won by half a length from White Legs, with Manifest third.
Although Alan's horse started at twelve to one he was heavily backed, and his win was well received. There was much cheering as the horse came in; the brown and blue was popular; the Chesney colors were always out to win.
Alan came in for a full share of congratulations, Baron Childs being one of the first to greet him.
"I suppose I must join in the paeans of victory," said Eve smiling.
"You can't feel very delighted under the circumstances," said Alan.
"It would have suited you better had White Legs won."
"Perhaps it would. Still I am very glad you have won a Hunt Cup at last; you have had several tries," she replied.