Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-08-02

draw near 10 the stands the FIRST time round
There's another circuit 10 be completed yet
We're IN second place % We galiop past the
enclosures and werder where wen be when
we csrne round again. Right I'm front Of the
stands + the water Jump and there's wild
yell as the Sergeant fies over. Above the
thunder OF hoofs hear stentorian voice
yelling: give 10 one against the ScEgeantt
III lay i've 10 one against the 6ezgeans!" Tne
odds have came dawn!
out into the country We 60 again. We're
racing alongside the Tartan jacket now and
the favcrites on the LETT. Approaching Becher's
again the faverite gees into the lead and We
take second plaee. have no tAea now many
horses are still standing. can hear horse
ealloping Immediately behind, but can't set
0 glimpse Of the colors.
The fasorise takes alI o fraction q . second
too seem at Deeher's and hits the top Of the
thorn with hin forelegs. Down he comes. horse
and Jockey rolling over and over On the turf.
Out Of the corner Of my eye see policemen
running toward them. Ths favor1se's down.
Sergeant
We no over Beeher,s like . bird as We did
before and we're In the lead again. I'm be-
ginning to consider the possibility Of winning,
but it seems toe much b hope for. Somehow
the very naaGnitade Of the prize makes one put
the thought Of winning out Of ones head. Still,
barring an accident we're pretty sure to be
among the few horses to finish the course. and
that's something I'm the National
The last mk1G! AT V&&3nCaHG y @E6ok y AA1A
draws un TO - crashes b earth at the newt
iump and we're alone again. Another comes
up, down he goes. Coed old Sergeant! You've
got them all stane eeld today. Keep 10 up.
old baSi
The thunder Of a thousand voices is bsrne
toward IN ON tina breeze. Came ON Sergeanti
Keep that long stride going. old man. They're
shouting YOU home On the stands now. Can't
you hear that roar?
They're yelling, "T1ae Sergeantt The Ser-
geant!" and It's not because they've backed
YOU either They've seen you out In front be-
going to stay In front this time. They know it's
your last try. It's now or never, Sergeant.
And there's a bare half mile to go!
I take q hasty glance over my shoulder.
There's nothing to- be seen within . couple OF
lengths but can hear galloping hoofs not far
behind. But we've got . good lead and at last
it's forced on me that with Bit Of luck we're
just about going to win.
\AEM the National, There's an icy wind
wv rushing past, bat break cut into . sweat.
Win the NationaN wonder whether Pm not
dreaming 10 ell.
we're laundering directly toward the stands
now. just two more fences. Sergeant. two
more, and we've got NatiOnaH
Suddenly the drumming Of h0ofs fs the rear
takes on o louder note and out OF the corner
Of my eye see horse creeping up. His rider
is cruuching forward, driving him along with
the whip. The sight Of that whip rising and
falling treasures me. This one 10 under pres
sure. The Sergeants stilr running well within
his strength. There's another horse coming
up ON the outside. He's gaining slowly but
surely and turn my head TO see the colors.
Those colors mean everything. 1t may De
rank outsider making . last desperate effort
or it may be . real menace 70 our hopes. I
catch sight Of the colbrs and IN q moment my
hopes sink 10 sero. glimpse the Tartan
Jacket.