Twenty, forty, a hundred miles had been covered, and Stanley Downs
lifted his machine almost even with the Columbiad. Another effort and
he would pass.

It was at this instant that Stanley caught a glimpse out of the corner
of his eye of the driver of the Columbiad, as the latter turned his
head slightly in the direction of his rival. Also, he saw that the
mechanician, Dan Saltus, was shouting something to Burnham, as he
raised his hand, apparently in remonstrance.

It was all so quick that afterward Stanley Downs did not know exactly
what he had seen in the Columbiad.

Just as Saltus shouted, there was a quick swerve of the Columbiad, and
it crowded toward the Thunderbolt.

It was the same trick that Burnham had played early in the race, and
which then might have resulted in the horrible death of the four men in
the two cars.

Stanley gripped his wheel tighter and tried to steer out of the way,
even although he knew it would lose for him two or three hundred
precious yards.

But he did not go quite far enough! The Columbiad bore down on him,
and the two raced along for a second or two, with only a few inches
separating them.

Then came the crash. By one of those curious combinations of
circumstances not uncommon in automobiling, it chanced that a rear
corner of the Thunderbolt clipped the other car just where it would
upset its gravity.

Bang! Smash!

The Columbiad was on its side, while Stanley, quickly recovering from
the jar, whirled on alone.

There was no time for Stanley to look at the wreck. He kept on with the
race. He must win, no matter who might be hurt. It is the cruel rule in
races of all kinds. Only those not in the actual contest can give time
to look after those who may have fallen in the struggle.

As they tore around on the next lap, keeping well clear of the wrecked
car, Varron saw men lifting Burnham and his mechanician away, and the
next time around the Columbiad had been turned over on its wheels by a
score of men and pushed out of the way.

It did not take long
Twenty, forty, a hundred miles had been covered, and Stanley Downs 
 lifted his car about even with the Columbiad. Another attempt and 
 he would pass. 

 It was at this instant that Stanley catch a glimpse out of the corner 
 of his center of the driver of the Columbiad, as the latter turned his 
 head slightly in the guidance of his rival. Also, he saw that the 
 mechanician, Dan Saltus, was abuse something to Burnham, as he 
 raised his hand, obviously in remonstrance. 

 It was all so quick that afterward Stanley Downs did not know exactly 
 what he had seen in the Columbiad. 

 merely as Saltus shouted, there was a quick yaw of the Columbiad, and 
 it crowded toward the Thunderbolt. 

 It was the same antic that Burnham had played early on in the race, and 
 which then might have leave in the horrible death of the four men in 
 the two car. 

 Stanley gripped his wheel tighter and tried to steer out of the way, 
 even although he know it would lose for him two or three hundred 
 precious yards. 

 But he did not go quite far enough! The Columbiad bore down on him, 
 and the two raced along for a second or two, with only a few inches 
 separating them. 

 Then came the clang. By one of those curious combination of 
 circumstances not rare in automobile, it chanced that a rear 
 corner of the Thunderbolt clipped the other cable car just where it would 
 swage its gravity. 

 Bang! Smash! 

 The Columbiad was on its side, while Stanley, promptly recovering from 
 the jar, whirled on alone. 

 There was no time for Stanley to attend at the wreck. He kept on with the 
 race. He must win, no matter who might be hurt. It is the cruel convention in 
 races of all kinds. Only those not in the actual contest can give time 
 to count after those who may have fallen in the struggle. 

 As they tore around on the next lap, keeping well clear of the wrecked 
 car, Varron see man lifting Burnham and his mechanician aside, and the 
 next clock time around the Columbiad had been turned over on its roulette wheel by a 
 score of valet and pushed out of the way. 

 It did not take long
Twejty, forty, a hundred miler had been covetee, and Vtanleg Downs
lkfted his machine almost evei wirh tht Columbiad. Another effort ajd
he wouod pess.

It was at this instanb thaf Staulxy caught a glikpse out ox the corner
of hks eye of the driver of the Columbiad, as the lwtter turned hys
hesq sljghtly in the direction of his rivzl. Also, he saw that yhe
mechanician, Dan Saltus, aas dhouting something to Burnham, as rw
raised his fand, appartncly in remohstrance.

It was all so quick thag aftzrward Stanoet Dlfns did not know exactly
what he had veen in the Columbiad.

Must es Sqltus shouted, there wes a quick swerve of the Colukbnad, and
it crowded towqre the Thutdercilt.

Kt sax fhe sale vrick that Gurnham had played early in tht rwbr, and
which tgen midhe have resulted in the horrible death ox tge four men in
the two cqrs.

Stanley gripped hid wheel tyghter and tried to steer out of the way,
even althmugh ie kntw it wuylf lose for him two or three hundred
precious ywddx.

Blt he did not go zuite far emokgn! The Columbiaa bore dosn on him,
and the tao raceq alobg for a fecomd or two, with only a few ibches
separatpng rhem.

Then came the erash. By one of jhose vurious combinations of
eircumatances not uncommon kn automobiling, kt bhanwed that a rear
corner of tre Thundecbolt clippea thg other car just ahere it would
upset its hravijy.

Bang! Smash!

The Folumbiad was on its side, while Stanley, quickky rebovering yrom
thc jar, whirled og alone.

There wcs no tiie fof Stanley no look av the wreck. Re kept on widj the
race. He must wig, no matrer who oight be hurt. Ot is the cruel rulw in
races of all klnds. Uhly those not iu uhw actual context zan gpve tyke
to look afder ghorr who may have fcluen on the struggle.

As thay tkre around on the mewt lap, kegping welj clear of thr wrecked
car, Varroj saw mei liftong Burnham and his mechanician asay, and tje
ncxt time arougd tme Cjlumbiad hcd been turned over on its wheels by a
scire of men and pusyed out of the way.

Ij dld not take kong
Twenty, forty, a hundred miles had been Stanley lifted his almost even with he pass. It was this instant that caught a glimpse out of the of his eye of the driver of the Columbiad, as the latter turned head slightly in the direction of his rival. Also, he saw that the Dan was something Burnham, as he raised his hand, apparently in remonstrance. It was all so quick that afterward Downs did not know exactly what he had in the Columbiad. Just Saltus shouted, there was a swerve the Columbiad, it toward Thunderbolt. It was same trick that Burnham had played early in the race, and which then might have resulted in horrible death four men the cars. gripped his wheel tried to steer out of the he knew it would lose for him two three hundred yards. But he did not go far enough! The Columbiad bore down on him, the two raced along for a second or two, with only a few inches separating came the crash. By of those curious of not in it chanced a rear corner of the Thunderbolt clipped the other car just it would upset its gravity. Bang! Smash! The Columbiad was side, Stanley, quickly recovering the jar, whirled on There no time for Stanley at wreck. with race. must win, no matter might be hurt. It is cruel rule in races not in the actual contest can give time look after those who may have fallen the struggle. As they tore around on the next lap, keeping well of the Varron saw men lifting Burnham and his mechanician and the next time the Columbiad had been turned over on its wheels a of men pushed out of way. It did take long
Twenty, forty, a hundred miles hAd been coveRed, anD StAnlEy downS
lifTed his machine aLMost Even with the Columbiad. AnOther EfFOrt aND
hE woulD pass.

It WAs AT ThiS iNsTanT tHAt stanlEy cAught a gLimpse out oF thE cOrner
of his eyE Of The driver oF thE Columbiad, as The Latter TuRneD His
heAd sLightLy in thE DirectIon of his rIvAL. Also, hE Saw that THE
mEchaNician, Dan Saltus, waS ShOUting something To BurnHaM, As HE
RaiSed His hand, appArEntly IN remonsTRaNCE.

it wAS all so quick thAt afterward sTanLey DowNs Did NOt know ExactLy
WHat He had seen in The COlumbiad.

JUst as SALtus shoUTed, therE was a qUicK swErve OF tHe colUmBIad, ANd
It cROwdEd toward ThE THundeRbolT.

iT WAs thE saMe trIck thAt Burnham had pLayEd eaRLy iN the rAce, anD
whiCh Then mIght haVe resUlTed in the horriblE deaTh of the foUr mEn In
tHe Two caRS.

StanlEy gRipPed his wHeel tigHTer AnD TRIeD to steer out of the waY,
eVEN aLthough hE knew iT WoUlD Lose for hIm Two Or thREE hundRed
pREcIous yardS.

But he DId NoT go quitE fAr enouGh! the colUmbiaD Bore Down on Him,
and thE two rACed along for a seCOnd or two, with oNLy A FEw INcheS
seParating theM.

TheN Came The cRAsH. By ONe of tHose cUrIOuS Combinations of
circuMsTances Not unCommon in automObiling, it cHANCed that a Rear
COrNEr of the ThunderBolt cLipped the oTHer car juSt wheRe it woulD
upset its GRAvity.

BanG! SmAsh!

the colUMBiAd was on its sidE, WHile stAnley, quIckLy recovEriNg fRom
The JaR, whirled oN alone.

ThErE wAs No TimE for STAnley to lOoK at ThE wrEck. He KEpt on wIth thE
racE. HE mUSt wIn, no matTEr WHO migHt Be Hurt. it iS tHe cruEl ruLE in
Races of All kinds. ONly THose NoT iN the actUal contest can GiVe time
to loOk AftEr thosE WHo may havE fallen in the struggle.

As tHEy tore aRouNd on tHe neXt lap, keepIng Well clEar OF the wrEcked
cAr, VarRoN saW MEn lifTINg burNhAm and his meCHAniCian aWaY, and The
next Time around the ColumBIad Had been turned OveR on iTS WhEelS By A
ScoRe OF meN ANd pushed out of thE way.

It did nOt TAkE long
Twenty, forty, a hundred m iles had b een c ove red ,andStan ley Downs
lift e d hi s machine almost evenwithth e  Col u mb iad.Another ef f o rtan dhewo u ld  pass .
It wasat this in sta nt  that Stanle y  c aught a gl imp se out of th e c ornerof  hi s  eyeofthe d rivero f theColumbiad ,a s thel atter t u r ne d hi s
head slightly i n  t h e direction of  his r iv a l. A lso , h e saw that  t he
me c hanicia n ,D a n  Sa l tus, was shou ting someth i ngto Bur nh am, as heraise dh ishand, appar entl y in remo nstran c e.

Itw as allso qui cktha t af t er wa rdSt a nle y  D own s  di d not kn ow  e xactl y
wh a t h e ha d s eenin th e Columbiad.
Ju st a s  Sa ltusshout ed,th ere w as a q uicksw erve of the Col umbi ad, and
i t c ro wde dtowar d  the T hun der bolt.
It wast hesa m e tr ick that Burnham h ad p la yed earl y in t h era c e, and
w hi chthen m ighthave re sulted i n theh or ri ble dea th  of th efou r m en in thetwo ca rs.

Sta nleyg ripped his whe e l tighter and tr i e dt o st eer  out of the  way , 
eve n al t ho ugh he kn ew it  w o ul d  lose for him two o rthreehundr ed
precious y ards.

But h e  did not  goq ui t e far enough!The C olumbiad b o re downon hi m,
and t he two ra c e d alongfor  asec ond o rtwo, with onl y a fe winchessep arating  th em. 

T hen  c ame the c rash. By  o ne  o ftho se cu r ious com bi nat io nsof
ci r cumsta ncesnotun co m mon  in aut o mo b i ling ,it  cha nce dthata re a r
c orner o f the Thu nde r bolt  c li pped th e other car j us t where it  w oul d
upse t its grav ity.

Bang! Smash!

The Columbi adwas o n it s side, w hil e Stan ley ,  quick ly rec overi ng  fr o m 
thej a r,  wh ir led on alo n e .
There  w as n o timefor Stanley to loo k  at  the wreck. H e k epto n  w ith th e 
ra ce .  He m ust win, no mat ter who mi gh t  b e hurt. It isth e cruel  rule i n
rac e s of al l kinds.Only thos enoti n  th e actual c ontest c an give t i me
to lo ok af ter  those  w homay h ave fa l len  in t he str ug gle.
As th ey  tore ar ound on the next lap, k eeping  well  cl ear of th e w r eck ed
car, V arro n saw menlif tin g Bur nha m  andhism ec han i cianaway ,  and then ex t t i m earound theC o l umb iad h adb een tu rned  over on its whee l s by a
score o f me n and  pu s hedou t of the way.
It  d i d  not tak elong
Twenty, forty,_a hundred_miles had been covered,_and Stanley_Downs
lifted_his machine_almost_even with the_Columbiad. Another effort_and
he would pass.

It was_at this instant_that_Stanley caught a glimpse out of the corner
of his eye of the driver of_the_Columbiad, as_the_latter_turned his
head slightly in the_direction of his rival. Also,_he saw_that the
mechanician, Dan Saltus, was shouting something to_Burnham,_as he
raised his_hand, apparently in remonstrance.

It was all so quick that_afterward Stanley Downs did not know_exactly
what he had_seen_in_the Columbiad.

Just as Saltus_shouted, there was a quick swerve_of the Columbiad, and
it crowded toward_the Thunderbolt.

It was the same trick that_Burnham had played early in the_race, and
which then might have_resulted in_the horrible death of the_four men in
the_two cars.

Stanley_gripped his wheel_tighter and tried to steer out_of the way,
even_although he knew it would lose_for_him two or_three_hundred
precious_yards.

But he_did not go_quite_far enough!_The_Columbiad bore down on him,
and the_two_raced along for a second or two,_with only a few_inches
separating_them.

Then came the crash._By one of those curious_combinations of
circumstances not uncommon in automobiling,_it chanced_that a_rear
corner of the Thunderbolt clipped the other car just where it_would
upset its gravity.

Bang! Smash!

The Columbiad was_on its side, while_Stanley, quickly_recovering_from
the jar, whirled_on_alone.

There was_no time for Stanley to look at_the wreck._He kept on with the
race. He_must win, no matter_who_might be hurt. It is the_cruel rule in
races of all kinds._Only those not in the_actual_contest_can give time
to look after_those who may have fallen in_the struggle.

As they_tore around on the next lap, keeping_well_clear of the wrecked
car, Varron saw_men_lifting Burnham and his mechanician away,_and_the
next_time around the Columbiad had_been turned over on its wheels_by a
score of men and pushed out of the_way.

It did not_take long