Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-05-27
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in pushing. eager circle to watch the
proceedings.
The two worked well together.
Floyd's deft swiftness balanced by
Stanton's strength. When the task
was finished, the driver first regained
his place.
Get In" he ordered crisply. "Ars
you going to take all day, or am 60
ing to catch that Atalanta?'
Floyd obeyed first and retorted SEQ
ond: an invaluable habit.
II you're goin' to catch anything
but a smash. I'd suggest q showdown
for that turn" he countered, in the
blurred accent so softly deceptive.
"No tire built is goin' to stick on q
wheel under such roughin'."
Stanton shot a glance askant out OF
the corner Of stormy blue-black eye,
He was frritated by the lost time. he
felt more i'll than he could have been
brought to admit, and interference
pricked him like q spur.
'I'll give you lesson in driving.
he cast across his shoulder, and bent
over the wheel.
It was Stanton at his worst and best
who made the next two circuits Of
the long course. Other racers, warned
by their mechanicians Of the thunder
bolt bearing down upon them, drew
prudently to one side, preferring the
chance Of later regaining the advan'
tage. From every angle and curve the
people fed, at sight Of the gray car
followed by its whirlwind Of dust and
carrying the huge IS" on its hood.
Twice the Mercury rushed past the
grand-stand, to tumult Of cheers
drowned by the cars own roar. The
second time. the two men glimpsed an
Official rising. megaphone In hand, and
rightly guessed that they had made
the fastest circuit of the day.
And Floyd had received the prom.
Used lesson. for Stanton had safely ne
gotiated the turn that before cost them
q tire, at q pace equally fast.
Safely, once; but, not content, he
came around the second time driving
as furiously. with unslackensd speed.
Down upon the turn they swept again.
unerringly repeating his ex-
quisite feat of skill and twisting the
Mercury around on the two inside
then the predicted happened.
The crack Of an exploding tire came
while they were on the bend. instantly
echoed by the bursting Of its mate
from the opposite wheel; the car tore
itself from control under the double
shock and shot OF the course into the
field beyond, blowing deep burrows In
tho soft earth until it overturned with
. final crash.
Partly held by his steering-wheel.
Stanton was hung out on the meadow
grass as the car upset, its speed then
80 much checked that he escaped
scarcely bruised. Floyd, unprotected.
had been hurled from his seat by the
first shock and lay half-stunned near
the edge Of the course.
From far and near came the peoples
cries Of horror and shouts for aid. But
before the first man reached them.
Stanton was up and at the side Of
his mechanician.
Floyd" he painted. Floyd"
Floyd was already rising to one
knee; gasping for breath, soiled with
dust and grass-stains. and with the
blood yelling from jagged rent in
his left arm, but with his attention
only fixed on Stanton.
"You're-all right?" be articulated.
II! Yes. A fool always is. You"
But he could see for himself that
the mechanician was not seriously in.
Iured. without F1oyd's Measuring nod.
call me what you like" Stanton
between clenched teeth. al
he dragged out his handkerchief to
bandage the slender arm.
The appalled, crowd was upon them.
With sputtering roar the Duplex ma
chine rounded the turn and sped down
the straight stretch, its mechanician
staring back over his shoulder at the
wreck. But Floyd brushed the girlish
curls of his forehead and staggered
erect, helpless laughter shaking him.
Call you? l think you've got the
best disposition an the worst temper
l ever saw! Tie this up an we'll
right the car. We've got to be movin'
on"
There were plenty Of sympathetic
helpers. Incredible to the witnesses,
but as Floyd had foreseen, the Mer-
curry had not materially suffered. The
big car was righted by fifty hands;
Stanton and Floyd-unaided, accord
ing to racing rules-put on the new
tires, and took their seats amid hearty
and good wishes.
Twenty minutes after she left the
course, the Mercury shot down 1t once
more. BY the time the grand-stand
was fully aware that stanton had
got his again. and the ambulance
had been hurried changing to the
scene Of the possible tragedy. the Mer-
curry whirled past the Judges, running
more comet-like than ever.
But Stanton took the turns conser.
for him.
The race was lost. Even Stanton
could not pegain the half-hour lead
given his competitors. Late In the
fourth hour he signaled Floyd to lean
closer, and when he was obeyed:
Where's the Duplex" he ques-
tioned eagerly.
AT its repair pit. for the last hour. !"
Floyd made hopefnI e:sge- "Ac'
there's only the Ataianta ahead Of
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! stanton shook nts Had. but Jet out