Still he had about twenty yards to the good at the beginning of the last lap.

Then it was fine to see Ainger tuck in his elbows and let himself out.

A quarter of a mile from home Ranger was clean out of it, regularly doubled up; but Ainger kept on steadily for a couple of hundred yards.
"Then, my word, he spurted right away to the finish! You never saw such a rush up as it was! The fellows _yelled_, I can let you know.

Every one knew that it was our event the second the spurt began, and when he got up to the tape and `4.42' was shouted out, it was a sight to see the state we were in.

It's the best mile we ever did at Grandcourt, and even Smedley, though he was a bit riled, I fancy, at his licking, said he couldn't have done it in the time if he'd tried.
"I send you Dig's programme, with the times all marked.