A tremendous crowd witnessed the Doncaster Cup. It was as memorable a race as the St. Leger; many thought it more so. Sir Robert secured the services of May, a reliable jockey, at times brilliant. "I hope I shall beat you," he said to Picton. "I hope Tearaway will win," was the laughing reply. "It will be a great race," said Dick; "but my bit goes on the mare." "And mine," said Rita. "And mine," said Hector. "All against me," laughed Sir Robert. "My hundred or two goes on Tristram." "Robert, I don't think you ought to bet. Remember the trial," said his wife. "You against me!" he exclaimed. "I am in a terrible plight indeed." The horses were out, seven in number, a real good lot. Sir Robert's face glowed with pride as he heard the roar of cheers which greeted the red jacket and black cap, and his good horse Tristram. Another roar was given for Tearaway; the others were all cheered lustily. They were soon on their journey, Sir Charles making the running, followed by Fair Dame, Bronze, and Harriet, with Ripon, and Tearaway next, and Tristram last. Sir Robert's horse never went to the front in the earlier stages of a race. Rupert Hansom gave Crosby instructions to keep in touch with Tristram and Tearaway. "You've nothing else to fear," he said; "and remember there's a hundred for you if you win." Sir Charles soon dropped out of it and Harriet took his place. At the back of the close the lot closed up, half a dozen lengths separated first and last. In the straight they swept; then a change took place. Ripon made the first move forward, followed by Tearaway and Tristram. Up the straight they came at a terrific pace, for Tearaway had gone to the front, and Banks was making every use of her great speed and staying powers. Cheer after cheer pealed over the course when the saffron jacket was seen in the lead; the filly was favorite, a six to four chance. Banks kept pushing her along; he did not know how to handle her as well as Fred Erickson, but did his best. May was riding Tristram strictly to orders. "Bring him with a rush in the last quarter of a mile," said Sir Robert. Ripon was going well, but could not keep the pace with Tearaway. At last May brought Tristram out and the great horse came along with giant strides, his natural style of going. On he came swooping down, passing first one then another, drawing level with Ripon, leaving him, and going in pursuit of Tearaway.