This he did not succeed in, as
the colonials laid short odds freely on Rainstorm.

Both horses were fit; they went moving past in free and easy style.
Some said Bandmaster was a bit above himself; another gallop or two
would have made all the difference, but the trainer said no; the horse
always did better when a trifle big.

They were to run over the last two miles of the Caesarewitch course, a
sure test of a horse's stamina.

They were sent on their journey at once and Rainstorm made the running.
Wrench told Bradley he need not fear making as much use of him as he
thought fit.

Colley was content to wait, keeping well in the track of the leader.
Skane said to him before he mounted:

"Don't bustle him, let the other fellow make the pace; come as fast as
you like at the end of the first mile, he'll think it's another Hunt
Cup gallop. He's got the speed, we all know that, and I want to prove
he's a stayer as well."

Rainstorm reveled in the going, which was fairly hard. He loved to
hear his feet rattle; this was the sort of ground he was used to.
Bandmaster seemed indifferent to the going, he galloped just as well
when the ground was heavy; his temper was of the best, an easy horse to
ride, always ready to run a genuine race.

Colley knew he was going well, and was content to wait for the end of
the first mile as Skane had told him.

There was much jubilation as Rainstorm came striding along in front;
this time no doubt the result would be in favor of the Australian. Mr.
Hallam was satisfied; his favorite was going in his best form; the
honor of Australia would be upheld, he felt certain of winning.

Fred Skane looked on with a smile of satisfaction. At the end of the
first mile Bandmaster was going as strong as when he had started, and
had not been at full speed. He waited for Colley to bring him along,
thinking there would be a surprise for the folks who regarded the horse
as a non-stayer.

Alan, despite the trainer's assurance, still had doubts about his
horse. He thought Bandmaster was running unkindly, and put it down to
his objections to going the distance.

Colley still waited, and Fred Skane wondered if he had mistaken the
distance. The jockey had not, but it occurred to him Bandmaster's run
would come better at the six furlongs than the mile. Skane gave him
discretionary powers because he knew the horse and how to ride him.

"Here he comes," said Skane to himself, as he fixed his glasses