In the second heat Lindy's Pride took the lead going into the first turn, with Haughton dropping Nardin's Gayblade in behind. Again Lindy's Pride had the lead going into the final turn. But then Beissinger's worst fear was realized—Lindy's Pride broke stride. Finding himself all alone on the lead, Haughton coasted under the wire. At last he had gotten a break—literally—and up in the box Arthur Nardin was smiling. "Things always break right for me," said Nardin unabashedly "Now we've got a chance at it."
The final heat was between only Lindy's Pride and Nardin's Gayblade. Back at the barn a quarter crack was discovered in Lindy's left front hoof—sufficient reason to scratch him from the final heat—but Beissinger had him patched together, then headed for Chicago to race other horses in his stable. Lindy's Pride was placed in the hands of Stanley Dancer.
"Hey, Stanley," yelled a fan, "if half the field breaks, you'll be all right."
Heading into the first turn of the final heat, Dancer maneuvered Lindy's Pride from the outside post position into the lead. The pace was so ridiculously slow through the first half mile—38.1 seconds for the quarter and 1:16.1 for the half—that some of the fans were laughing out loud. The pace picked up on the back-stretch, and Lindy's Pride held the lead into the final turn. "He broke," gasped the railbirds, and, sure enough, Lindy's Pride was off stride, bobbing his head up and down as Dancer fought to bring him under control. Haughton and Nardin's Gayblade were easy winners in the incredibly slow time of 2:20.3.
"I don't know what's wrong with him," Dancer said. "He jumped in the second heat, too, and he almost did in the first heat. I was looking forward to it, I had a nice hold on him, but there was nothing I could do about it."
As for Haughton, his luck had finally changed for the better, as Nardin said it would, but there was some smart thinking and sound trotting involved in his victory, too. "I figured that, if Lindy's Pride was in front, he would jump again," said Haughton. "That's the reason the pace was so slow; Stanley wanted to get behind me, but I wouldn't let him; my colt does better coming from behind anyway. Lindy's Pride was rough going into the turn and then he jumped, like I thought he would."
On the way back to the paddock, Haughton heard a young fan yell, "You got lucky, Billy." This time the smile was so big and so wide that the Hall of Fame statuette was a very good likeness, indeed.