The heads were even, as if they had been locked fast, and there was still no sign to indicate the winner.

Faster and faster they came, their riders leaning yet farther forward, continually urging them, and they thundered past the stand, matched so evenly that not a hair's breadth seemed to separate the noses of the sorrel and the bay.
"It's a dead heat!" exclaimed Robert, as the people, unable to restrain their enthusiasm, swarmed over the track, and such was the unanimous opinion of the judges.

Yet it was the belief of all that a finer race was never run in Virginia, and while the horses, covered with blankets, were walked back and forth to cool, men followed them and uttered their admiration.
Stuart and Cabell were eager to run the heat over, after the horses had rested, but the judges would not allow it.
"No! No, lads!" said the Governor.

"Be content! You have two splendid horses, the best in Virginia, and matched evenly.

Moreover, you rode them superbly.