Just the last jump! and Crusader took off twenty feet from
the brush-covered timber.
Then the Bay jumped--too short for his stride--and fell,
with his head on my wither.
Down, down! almost to earth,--brought to his knees in the
struggle,
The Black lost a length, the Brown forged ahead, and I was
half out of the saddle.
How I sat down and rode! how the old horse strove! and the
Brown rolling tired in his gallop.
On, gallant Black! on, my brave pet! We were almost under
the paddock.
Then we nosed the Brown's dank; then we reached to his girt';
neck and neck I rode at his shoulder.
As we flashed past the post I had won by a head. How they
cheered, “Bravo, Crusader!”