The first fence disposed of half the field; they crossed the second in
the same order, Wild Geranium racing neck to neck with Pas de Charge;
the King was all athirst to join the duello, but his owner kept him
gently back, saving his pace and lifting him over the jumps as easily
as a lapwing. The second fence proved a cropper to several, some awkward
falls took place over it, and tailing commenced; after the third field,
which was heavy plow, all knocked off but eight, and the real struggle
began in sharp earnest: a good dozen, who had shown a splendid stride
over the grass, being down up by the terrible work on the clods.
The five favorites had it all to themselves; Day Star pounding onward at
tremendous speed, Pas de Charge giving slight symptoms of distress owing
to the madness of his first burst, the Irish mare literally flying ahead
of him, Forest King and the chestnut waiting on one another.
In the Grand Stand the Seraph's eyes strained after the Scarlet and
White, and he muttered in his mustaches, "Ye gods, what's up! The
world's coming to an end!--Beauty's turned cautious!"
Cautious, indeed--with that giant of Pytchley fame running neck to
neck by him; cautious--with two-thirds of the course unrun, and all the
yawners yet to come; cautious--with the blood of Forest King lashing to
boiling heat, and the wondrous greyhound stride stretching out faster
and faster beneath him, ready at a touch to break away and take the
lead; but he would be reckless enough by and by; reckless, as his nature
was, under the indolent serenity of habit.
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