New-York tribune., 1911-02-26
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR FEBRUARY 20. 1911

a gap Of nearly miles extent was swiftly
opened between the two, as Stuyverant held
to his speed Exultation, burning in his
pulses, haring in his motor, and roaring in
his wake, made hot his frame, despite the
biting wind and frightened his eyes with
triumph.
He shot to the cover Of a stretch Of woods,
where the road wound westward like a river.
A crack like rifles note rang out on the
air, and his car swcrvcd wildly from the
road.
A tire had gone from the right fore wheel,
and a spring was snapped as he wrenchcd
it back and saved them from destruction.
1t was madness to drive at speed after
that, and he groancd as he was forced to
slow down.
He had to keep on, despite his hattcncd
casing. And his wrist all but failed as he
clung to the wheel, holding the cripple from
plungng away on a tangent Of death for
them both.
Almost simultaneously with the accident,
the air startling roar Of the huge six-cylindcr
came vibrantly on the wind. It was back in
tune, with no more missing to cut down its
power.
"They'll catch Us, Thurley!' he called to
the girl "Wc'rc done for now on spccd!'
SHE knew precisely what had happened.
~ She knew how utterly mad it would be
to race with a fattcncd front tire On this
ruttcd road it was not to be attempted for
moment. 1t would be fairly suicidal.
She could think OF nothing to say, and
Stuyvcrant shouted, "What shall we do:
The car was still racing; but slowly now,
the speed perhaps sufficient to cludc the
pursucrS for five or six minutes more.
1--WE couldn't hidc?" cried Thurlcy, and
Stuyvcrant glanced at the woods
"Thcrc's Just one chance, he called above
the din, releasing the mufflcr cutout for the
purpose. "Givc me your cloak. You take
my cap and furs. I'll get out and run, 50 the
ficnds can sec mc-and YOU drive on.
They'll think it is | still driving, and you
who are running to hide. Slip off your cloak
and be quick" He halted the car as he
spoke.
But oh, if anything Thurley started,
when he interrupted quickly.
"No time to talk or argue. It's the only
chance Your cloak.'
He had dropped off his fur coat and
clappcd his cap upon her head. She rose
and he stripped her Of the old gray garment
helping her swiftly into the furs and urging
her into his seat.
"If they catch you, Roblcy-" she started
as before. Il mustn't let
Il love you," he said, in the stress and
white heat of the moment. "Id give my
life to serve you Quick-thcrc isn't a mo-
mcnt to lose! Open her up as wide as you
dare to drive, and don't stop for anything
on earth." He lcaped from the car and start
cd for the woods, covered from heels to
head by the long gray cloak that Thurley
had trailcd in the night. "Goodby!' he
called. "Don't watt Don't wait. They're
nearly in sight up the road!"
"Goodby!" she replied, the tears swiftly
springing in her softcncd eyes, and, starting
the car with her firm, young skill, reinforced
by the courage demanded by the moment,
she was going again at dizzying speed when
the huge limousine shot into view round
the bend, and Stuyvcrant ran to a bit Of
brush and crouchcd as if to hide
One yell of satisfaction, barely audible to
Roblcy, asccndcd from the pursuing car and
informed him that he had been seen.
A LAIOST at once the dctonations of the
~ limousine ceased. The car was halted;
for the roadway bent a trihc, and the way
to the woods was shorter from here than