The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1912-10-11
What havsI dons,' he asked sim

What havsI dons," hs asked aim
ply.
Both men we're still unmasked. their
privacy Of speech was secured by the
uproar around them. Stanton looked
grimly back.
Lied to me. You were not kept
away from New York by work with
Green. or any other work, for the last
two weeks"
A tinge Of scarlet streaked F1oyd's
pallor. he bent his head.
"Yes, lied to you," he admitted.
Stanton's gauntleted hand closed on
his wheel
There was no need. Your time was
your own, Floyd; claimed no control
over you. / don't know why you did it,
to be rid Of me for while, suppose,
but the reason doesn't matter. Last
night thought good many wild
things about you, and your sister, but
this morning I've got my grip again.
No doubt you had all you could stand
of me, I'm not precisely lovable and
l would have understood If you had
just told me so. But I will have no
friend l can't trust all the way. Get
in-we will finish this race, and part"
Floyd raised his head and gave to
the stern scrutiny his candid gray
eyes.
Stanton, trust me all the way now"
he appealed. Can you do that? Can
you take my word that your friendship
is the only thing in the world l want?
If deceived you, it was so could be
here to race with you to-day. I will
tell you afterward, can't now"
"You mean"
Floyd held out his hand.
1--WE got everything badly mixed vi
but it's clean to offer you, Stanton"
AS swiftly impulsive as his condem-
nation was Stanton's movement as he
bent to give the clasp.
Cali right" he said CURLY. Get in:
I ought to have given you chance"
And as the other obeyed: Il didn't
mean to meet you as did, an hour
ago, anyhow; it slipped me-"
They're signaling" warned Mr..
Green, hurrying over. Are you ready?
Both Of your"
From his place beside Stanton,
Floyd turned face Of incarnate sun
shine to the assistant manager, a face
so changed in it's color and glow and
warmth that all who saw drew breath
in sheer wonder.
Were ready" his lifting tones as
sured. Don't worry"
Stanton laughed with him, fastening
on the mask, and sent the Mercury
rolling forward. The world was right
once more, and life sane.
It was an exquisite morning; wind
less, cool, with happy little effects OF
snowy cloud against a cobalt-blue
sky. The October air was summer
distilled cordial, an ethereal intoxi-
cant. The racers had no time to no
tice it, yet the effect was there. The
speed made on the first laps was rec
ord breaking.
The brown or gray streak Of road
the deadly turns, the treacher-
Gus smooth hill down which 1t was so
easy to make speed and still more
easy to meet disaster-for the first
hour Stanton had no attention to spare
from these. Moreover, the spectators
were massed over the course in many
places, recofling just enough to leave
a lane for each cars passage, and so
imposing another anxiety upon the
drivers who knew the swerve Of foot
must bring death to some one.
"Car behind" Floyd's clear accents
gave the familiar cautions, from time
to time. Hes tryin' to get us before
the turn. The Atalanta's head in the
dust"
The pace maintained was the fastest
at which the Mercury could be held to
the road. It was Stanton's way to gain
the lead first, when possible, then
keep a steady average regardless OF
his rivals spurts of speed; unless the
race were too short to permit such
tactics or the contest too close. Now,
at the end of the second hour Floyd
made the desired announcement, as
they shot past the grand-stand and the
bulletin boards.
"We're leadin'. The tires have been
holdin' fne-look out for them this
round"
Stanton moved his head Affirmative
~, his narrowed eyes answering from
the line OF course ahead. Needing the
advice, he did take the turns more
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