And neither was favourite, at least to the view.
We were scratch all at starting; but when we drew near
The first mile I led, amid deafening cheer;
At two the “crack” wheeler was the first of the three;
The third mile was led by the resolute Lea;
And from ropes and pavilion was heard the loud roar
As the judge’s gruff voice gave the mileage at “Four!”
At five miles I spurted and kept up the run,
And gained the lost lead that the others had won,
And bent o’er my wheel and went inch by inch past