The Alaska citizen., 1911-03-13
By a Jockey s Blunder..
 A Great Coup at the Racetrack

straight on ms mount. certain lndl- cation that the chestnut colt was not pulling so hard and was prob. ably feeling the big impCst he was carrying.
 Jennings was muttering maledic tions under his breath. for il seem ed that nothing short of an accident or a miracle could accomplish the defeat of the favorite. whose advani- age was so great that he could tire and still win. When five furlongs from home. the point where Garri. son had been told to be within two lengths Of Hanover, there was no. less than 20 lengths between the leader and the pursusr Then some thing happened.
 Garrison set sail with Dunboync and the crowd shouted in amazemCn' as the little bay bore down up n his adversary. He seemed fairly to fly so swift was his advance. and the cry arose that Dunboyne would win He overhauled Hanover rapidly, but the distance was short and the gap seemed insurmountahle
 Mclaughlin turned in his saddle al the head of the stretch and one fleeting look told him that the situ alton called for all the skill al his command. He knew that he had T tired but game horse under him and for hundred yards he steadied him. slackening his pace so percep'i- bly that many thought the favOrite had broken down. He was husband ing the dying energies of his mount as only the master reinSman could giving him brief breathing spell and when the furlOng pole had been passed and Dunboyne was only four or five lengths away Mclaughlin clenChed his teeth, shook the bit in Hanover's mouth and called on the superb son cf Hindu for the cour- age a long line of indomitable an cestors had transmitted to him
 "Callantly the big chestnut re sponded. and struggling valiantly the two horses came to the wire Garrison was now spurring and rid ing like fiend and straight as a chalk line was the pathway pursued by Dunboync. Mclaughlin knew better than to whip Hanover. who would do his best needing no other incentive than the rallying calls of his rider or the sight of the black muzzle so close to his Hanks
 "l was one of the thousands on my feet and shouting till my throat pained as the colts ran through that final hundred yards. Dunboyne gain ed relentlessly. Garris0n's knee touched Mclaughlin in the last stride and the noses of the colts nodded in the final jump as they hattened out for the judges decision
 Jennings was on his feet in the last desperate rally and as they blow on the chest. IL emed five minutes before Hanoyer's number was signalled and then l turned to lock for Jennings; he had disap- pearcd
 T soon saw him elbowing his way through the throng at the rail and was at his side when the colts came back to the stand to dismouu'. IIanover's nostrils flared till you could stick your clenChed fist int them and his Hanks heayed dis tressingly. Mclaughlin was as tired as his horse. As for Dunboyne he was what his owner had claimed him to be-dead fit. and he blew no more than would be expected after such a contest, Garrison. who had ridden a truly demoniac five fur longs, smiled in Jennings face as he tossed his whip to his valet and said between treaths:
 "A little short today, Pop An other workout and I'd have walked in. Next time l ride him it'll be different
 ""rhe next time you ride him. spluttered Jennings in a fury. You've thrown your leg over horse of mine for the last time
 Could you blame him? All the months of planning the campaign. the humiliation of hav.ng the best horse at the weights beaten. and matter of more than S50,000 in good, hard money in stake and WagerS thrown away for the sake of Whirlwind finish"