"BY JOVE, SHE'S WONDERFUL"
THE horses were saddled, the jockeys mounting, everything in readiness to go out for the parade.
Picton was talking anxiously to his trainer and Erickson, last instructions were given, Fred was told to make the most of Tearaway in every part of the race, use her staying powers, and in the last furlong her wonderful sprinting qualities to the utmost.
"You feel better now?" asked Picton.
"Yes, much better," said Fred; but he was anything but strong.
A great cheer broke out from the stands and course.
"That's the favorite," said Picton, smiling.
"Tearaway will make a hack of him before the winning post is reached," said Fred.
"You are the last out. Good luck to you, Fred," said Picton as he rode off. "Well, Brant, what do you think of it?"
"What I have alwa
