Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1913-02-06
CHAPTER ~.

Mr.. French and his niece were al
breakfast. on the Sunday when the
1rst account of the Georgia race
reached Ffrenchwood.
You will take fresh coffee" Emily
vas saying. the little silver pot poised
In her hand. when the door burst oper
and Dick hurried. actually hurried, In
to the room.
Hes wonl He's got it," he cried
brandishing the morning newspaper
The first time for an American cal
with an American driver. And how
he won It! He distanced every cal
On the track except the two big Ital
ian and French machines. Those h<
couldn't get. of course; but the
Trsnchman went out in the fourth
hour with a broken valve Then he
was set down for second place-sec
ond place. Emily. with every other bi,
car in the country entered They say
he drove like. like-I don't know
what. A hundred and some miles ar
hour on the straight stretches"
"Oh." Emily faltered. setting down
the coffee-pot in her plate
He stopped her eagerly. half turning
toward Mr.. French. who had put on
his pince-nez to contemplate his
nephew in stupefaction. not at his
statement, but at his condition.
wait. In the last hour. the Ital
ian car lost its chain and went over
into ditch on a back stretch. three
miles from doctor. People around
picked the men out Of the wreck, and
Lsstrange came up to find that the
driver was likely to die from a sew
cred artery before help got there
Emily. he stopped. stopped. with vic
tory in his hands. had the Italian lift
Cd into the mechanician's seat, and
Rupert held him in while they dashed
around the course to the hospital. He
got him there fifteen minutes before
An ambulance could have reached him
and the man will get well. But Lee
strange had lost six minutes. He had
rushed straight to the doctors, given
them the man. and gone right on. but
he had lost six minutes. When peo-
pie realized what he'd done, they went
wild. Every one thought he'd lost the
race, but they cheered him until they
couldn't shout. And he kept on driv.
ing. It's all here" he waved the
gaudy sheet. THE papers full of It.
He had half an hour to make up six
minutes. and he did 1t. He came in
nineteen seconds ahead of tho near.
est car. The crowd swarmed out on
the course and fell all over him. Old
Bailey's nearly crazy"
To see Dick excited would have
been marvel enough to hold his audi
tors mute, II the story itself had not
possessed a quality to stir even non
sporting blood. Emily could only SIT
and gaze at the headlines of the ex
tended newspaper. her dark eyes wide
and shining. her soft lips apart.
He telegraphed to Bailey" Dick
added In the pause. Ten words: First
across line in Georgia race. Car In
fine shape. Lestrange.' That war
all"
Mr.. Ffrench deliberately passed his
coffee-pot to Emily.
"You had better take your break
fast" he advised. 1T is unusual tc
~ yOu uOllCluS DusluSsS dudlTS
Dick; might say unprecedented.
am glad If Bailey's new man is cap
able of his work. at least. l suppose
for the rest, that he could scarcely
do less than take an injured person tc
the hospital. Why are you putting
sugar in my cup. Emily7"
Il don't know" she acknowledged
hslplessly.
II didn't mean to disturb any one,
said Dick. sulky and resentful It'll
be n big thing though for our cars
Bailey says. l didn't know you dis
liked Lestrange."
Mr.. FfreHch stiffened In his chair.
Il have not sufficient interest In tn,
man to dislike him." was the cold re
Duke. I'VE will change the subject.
Emily bent her head. remedying he
mistake with the coffee. She compre
hended that her uncle had conceived