dance a little, and the jockeying of the boys on the
other starters causes a wait. Typhoon does not relish the delay, and
prances back of the field. In a few minutes they move up and break, but
Typhoon whirls around and the flag does not fall. A minute later, when
they have been at the post only six minutes, they break once again. This
time they are caught in line with less than half a length between first
and last. Down go the red and yellow squares. There is a roar from the
crowded grand stand, and the twenty-third Kentucky Derby is begun.

"What all careful watchers of the turf expected comes to pass. Typhoon
sweeps to the front, with the others after him. Garner with admirable
judgment swings the big chestnut toward the dry middle of the track as
they round into the stretch. Goshen and Ben Brown are lapped on him, lying
toward the rail, but on good going. Dr. Shepard is still near the inside,
while behind come Ornament and Dr. Catlett, the slowest to get in motion.
"Teen" Williams starts to work through the bunch with Dr. Catlett,
choosing the faster part of the track. Clayton, on the other hand, carries
Ornament toward the rail. He saves ground, bearing out on the others as
strongly as possible to get good going, but thereby using energy that his
mount will need later in the race.

"Rating towards the stand Typhoon's splendid burst of speed is in
evidence. He comes like a wild horse opening a gap of three daylight
lengths--a yellow streak, like that other one that came flying along the
outer rail across the track eight years ago, when Proctor Knott raced home
just one jump behind Spokane. Like Proctor Knott in many ways this same
Typhoon--in color, action and the unconquerable desire to lead his field.

"Passing the stand Ornament is the nearest to him. Dr. Shepard is at the
favorite's side with Ben Brown on even terms with him. Dr. Catlett is
close up and running strongly, though showing no great speed, while Goshen
even this early is in trouble.

"Scarcely a change is to be noted as they round the turn and near the
finish of the first half-mile of their journey. Dr. Shepard is hanging on
better than was expected and Dr. Catlett is striving gamely to lie with
the flying leaders. But they are out of it clearly barring falls and
sudden deaths. As for Ben Brown and Goshen they are simply striking
examples of the difference between stake and plater class regardless of
the time test. They are lost in the dim distanc