“You folks who have seen Sun Raider know that they don’t often come much wilder, but he’s certainly met his match today—in fighting, anyway! He’s backing away from the Black now! They’ve got Cyclone in between the two of them. That’s better. Alec Ramsay is managing the Black now. That boy is doing wonders—I wouldn’t be in his shoes for all the money in the world! Sun Raider won’t stand still. He’s furious—he hates the Black. He’s broken out of line. There he goes striking at the Black! He’s hit him! Oh, oh, the Black’s leg is bleeding—that was a pretty hard blow. Alec Ramsay can’t hold his horse any longer—he’s on his hind legs and plunging at Sun Raider. There’s no way of stopping this thing! Sun Raider is backing up again—he doesn’t stand a chance with that black devil! Wait, there’s Alec Ramsay pulling on his horse’s head—he’s turning him off. He’s getting him under control again. He’s got him on the outside. Sun Raider doesn’t want to fight any more. He’s back at his position on the pole.

“Looks as though the starter is going to send them off—while he’s got them there. The Black’s leg is bleeding pretty badly. Sun Raider doesn’t seem to be much the worse off for the fight. Alec Ramsay is leaning over looking at the Black’s wound. He’s getting off—he’ll probably leave the race, too bad—They’re off! The starter wasn’t watching Alec Ramsay—he was climbing out of his saddle.

“Cyclone and Sun Raider are fighting head and head as they flash past the stands. The Black is left at the post; he’s out of the race. No, no, here he comes after them! His jockey is only half in the saddle. Now he’s on! He’s trying desperately to pull the Black to a stop; he doesn’t want him to run with his leg in that condition. He’s pulling furiously on the reins, but it doesn’t seem to be doing any good. The Black wants to run—he’s fighting for his head! He’s almost pulling Alec Ramsay straight up in his saddle. Now he’s ripped the reins out of his hands! He’s close to a hundred yards behind, too far to catch up—but he’s going to run!

“Cyclone has beaten Sun Raider to the first turn—they’re both running under the whip. Each wants to set the pace! Cyclone’s jockey is deliberately pulling his horse up, so that Cyclone’s churning hindquarters are right in Sun Raider’s nose. That’s a shrewd move as it gives his mount a breather after that stretch sprint and forces Sun Raider to check his speed from running on Cyclone’s heels!

“But now as they round the turn, Sun Raider, the California comet, is moving up alongside Cyclone, and as they enter the backstretch they’re running neck and neck—”

Suddenly a deafening roar rose from the stands. “Look, look,” yelled the commentator hysterically. “The Black is coming up like a house on fire! You’ve never in your life seen a horse run like this! He’s all power—all beauty. The distance between him and the others is lessening. How it’s lessening! I wouldn’t believe it if I wasn’t seeing it with my own eyes. The Black is running the others down! Cyclone and Sun Raider are fighting for the lead going into the last turn. The Black’s almost behind them. What action! What a tremendous stride! The crowd is going crazy. Sun Raider is passing Cyclone on the turn and going into the lead! Here they come down the homestretch—”