"Stuart and Cabell were justified in their faith in their horses.

A magnificent pair, Blenheim and Cressy!" "It has been said, Dagaeoga, that there is always one horse that can run faster than another, but it seems that neither of these two can run faster than the other.

Now, Blenheim thrusts his nose ahead, and now Cressy regains the lead by a few inches.

Now they are so nearly even that they seem to be but one horse and one rider." "A truly great race, Tayoga, and a prettily matched pair! Ah, the bay leads! No, 'tis the sorrel! Now, they are even again, and the finish is not far away!" The great crowd, which had been shouting, each side for its favorite, became silent as Blenheim and Cressy swept into the stretch.

Stuart and Cabell, leaning far over the straining necks, begged and prayed their brave horses to go a little faster, and Blenheim and Cressy, hearing the voices that they knew so well, responded but in the same measure.