Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1937-04-24

how few people realize It. I noticed
yesterday you came IN a very fast
looking car"
She is" said Nash, 'but that's only
the half OF IL. The rest is the driving
have a nerve to suggest 1t to an OPP
ponent like you, but how about q little
private contest TO Beriin?"
The Baron's pale eyes blazed with
his suddenly reused excitement. The
roads are almost clear so early in the
morning. An excellent ideal'
Done" said Nash with genuine de-
/ light. "A race IL is. Now about the dog.
II wouldn't be safe TO have him roam
ing round the car loose while I'm put
ting on speed. Have you such q thing
as big baSket?"
Certainly we have. There's the big
one take out deer hunting. I'll have
1t sent up to your room"
Nash went upstairs and took Flick
out. At the first turn Of the great
staircase he opened one Of the case
mentS in the enormous stained glass
armorial window. It was at the back
Of the castle and not more than 20
feet above the ground. The walls were
SIX feet thick and the embrasure out
side four feet deep. Come on, Flick"
he said, patting the window ledge.
Flick jumped up and his master pushed
him outside. Stay there till cali you,
old chap. Not a growl-not a sound"
Then he shut the window with the dog
obediently waiting on the sill. He got
back to his room without meeting
anyone and took the hunting basket
and helped himself to pillows and
blankets Soon after he pulled on the
bellrope.
The servants carried the basket down
exclaiming at the weight Of the dog.
and Sasha and the Baron himself
helped to fit 1t into the floor space |
in the back Of Nash's car. They but /
toned the tonneau cover over 1t and 1
Nash wiped the cold perspiration from 1
his forehead and took q deep draught /
OF the mountain air. Hes very quiet /
in there" said the Baron.
The Baron's long wolfish white |.
speedster lay behind NaShs black one.
Nash drew the Barons attention to
some Of the instruments on the dash
board OF his car and while the Baron
looked them over, went to the Barons
car and examined 1t from nose to tail
suitable expressions of admir-
alton and envy. Sasha stood in the
nigh stone doorway, his arms folded,
MS eyes sleepily fixed on the distant
Hills.
Nash came to his car and got in.
lie said, With mount like you have,
iLu SuC1l a OIlfAlS reputation, i Lllllk
Tou ought to give me a start"
But Won Heiling respected the for
nidable appearance of NaSh's car But
Iou have a speeder, too, mein Herr.
You go first down the drive through
he park, and Wen draw up outside
he gates for an even start"
20. X" said Nash, pressing the
tarter. As the engine hummed, the
baron stepped back and walked over
o his own car. Nash followed the
urving road round the back of the
astle and slowed down under the ar
lorial window. Hi. Flick, come along
oy. Jumpl"
The patient dog gave a little bark of
1y, looked at the car with his head
n one side, gathered himself together
nd jumped on the tonneau cover. He
sttled himself in the front seat as
ash accelerated and took the treach-
rouS curves as quickly as he dared.
READY an tnsistent footing on the
orn Of the Baron's car was calling
Inn back. He laughed aloud and drove
4. The lodge-keeper came out and
Oened the massive gates. Nash swung
1T Of them with a shout, turned his
ack on the Dresden-Berlin road and
FADED for the southern frontier.