Foot by foot the two Willoughby boys pull up and lessen the hateful distance which divides them from the leader.

He of course sees his danger, and answers spurt for spurt.

For a few yards he neither gains nor loses, then, joyful sight, he loses! "Look at them now!" cries Telson, as they approach--"look at them both.
They're both going to win! Ah, well run, Willoughby--splendidly run; you're going like mad--keep it up! Huzzah! level.

Keep it up! Wyndham's ahead; so's Bloomfield.

Both ahead! Well run both.