Jack laughed at his enthusiasm, and said—
"You had better have a pound or two on Lucky Boy as a saver, they will both do their best to win."
"No more," said Job, "I'll stand or fall by the old colours."
The stands were packed, and the people stood on the lawn, and leaned over the railings in dense masses.
Mentone was cheered as he galloped to the starting post, and the horse looked a perfect picture. Black Boy moved sluggishly, but Lucky Boy went past at a great pace, pulling his jockey out of the saddle, eager for the race.
"Too flash," said Job; "Give me the other fellow, he's steady and sure."
"I daresay you are right," replied Jack.
There was no more time for conversation, as the horses were quickly despatched on their journey, and the bright green jacket of Escort was easily distinguishable in front. The horse had a light weight, and a clever lad rode him. With a clean lead of several lengths, he brought the field along, his nearest attendants being Hiram, Tramp, and Maximus. Bunched together in the centre were the favourite, and Kenley's pair with the remainder of the field, well up.
As they passed the stand, Escort led at a great pace, almost overstriding himself, and his tiny jockey had no easy task to hold him.
There was some bumping as they swept round the bend and past Oxenham's, but nothing was seriously interfered with.