The Waterbury Democrat., 1940-05-07

she made her voice low and h. tlmate. "ghe let you win, didn't she, Shep7 And it was her money you wanted Co lend mel"
 4 browned hand shot SkywArd. T swear, Sherry = won that money from 6 bunch of men. VIII you believe mel" His young face was exasperated yet full of con. cern. Maybe it was foollsh, when Better asked mo to ride for her this season."
 And offered you one of her i'm. ported cars to drive to Churchill Downs inf"
 He nodded. "rhsn I went out and got this fool outfit"
 T understand" she repeated, less harsniy. You're my age, shep-pretty young. That's why hate to see you roped in. Like me, you've lost the silver spoon, and like me, you have had to shift for yourself. You happen to know horses--a lot better than you do humansl"
 Sherry moved away from him, if to end the conversation. "Just forget what I've said" She waved her hand to impatient Ted, now behind the wheel of the roadster, My crowds ready, Shep. We aren't swank ct all; the trailer even needs coat of paint, but we're real racing folks. Bye, Shep."
 "Wait 6 minutel" he grabbed her hand. Listen, I'm going to the Downs-but not with May Belter's stable. I'm getting out of this mess"
 If Sherry had had surplus cash, she'd have taken ferry which ships horse vans from Long Island direct to New Jersey. But every dol- 1 lar h her bag was precious = 90 they drove to the nearest bridge rolled down It's long Incline into Manhattan.
 we gf to the Holland Tunnel, Sam that take Us under the Hudson river and into New Jer. sey."
 "Yesm," Sam stopped the car as c light turned red. But we got to get across this here big town first, Miss Sherry. Seems like ap owerful lot Q folks travelin' today" he complained. "dot to get this here baby colt safe through these here streets"
 Sam obviously was worried. Suddenly, fear griped Sherry. What if something should happen to them7 Suppose 6 careless driver sideSwiped them, or Q truck bumped them? The least quick and unexpected jolt, which | wouldn't harm the ordinary cargo, could rupin Pepper Boys chances for the Derby - could even keep | hin from ever racing again. A sprained ankle, c strained tendon, or, worse, Q broken leg -- he'd be ruinedi
 She blamed herself; they should l have taken the ferry - even if they | had to go hungry = should have | avoided this congestion. Tn that moment 6 motorcycle cop rode alonghde-a young, Irish faced cop, red hair showing under his cap. He stopped his machine, spraddled it. Then glanced up, casually.
 He raised his goggles. Smiled. And his hand went up to his cap In salute. Any help, miss" he called.
 "oh, yesl" She seemed to relax with relief. Then she leaned Sor- ward, c gorgeous smile crossing her smooth features.
 "You ready for us?"
 What" he looked keeniy ct her, the smile leaving his face. Ills manner changed. Ready for what7" he asked.
 For Us -- for Pepper Boy. You See,' the words came fast, we're on our way to Churchill Downs -l for the Kentucky Derby--I thought the track telephoned--might have, for 6 motorcycle escort through trafiic - the Holland Tunnel, you knoW-"
 Now he grinned, as he caught | on. "NopeI They didn't phone for me, miss - but, therei we've ] got the light - Holland Tunnell"
 "Yes - yes!" Sherry said breath lessly.
 Follow me - I'll give you e breakl"
 He snapped the goggles down over his eyes, touched 6 lever and his motorcycle burst into full-thrated roar. He settled back in the seat, called to Sam, Follow mel" and with a gesture ahead led them down Fifty-seventh street, his siren shrieking. Over Third - Lexington - Park Fifth Avenue - they crossed New York, the wailing siren warning traffic aside, while corner cops waved them on. Now they were noinR smith.