
“You will, old man,” was Clay’s eager response. “You’ll win that race
and have twenty thousand dollars, to replace what you have lost. I
am sure of that. I believed it before I saw the trial to-day. Now I
_know_ there is nothing can beat the Thunderbolt, with you at the
wheel. This Columbiad may be a good car. I believe it is. But, the cars
being equal—and I have no idea that the Columbiad is _better_ than the
Thunderbolt, you are a better driver than Burnham. That will give you
just the ‘edge’ you require to come in first. Your judgment in driving
will beat Burnham, as sure as that the sun will rise to-morrow morning.”

There was no resisting the enthusiasm of Clay Varron. A smile broke
over Stanley’s troubled countenance, and it was with a feeling of
confidence that he took up a pad of telegraph blanks from a table to
write a message to Richard Burwin.

He was some little time composing the telegram. At last, however, he
had written what he thought would be the best thing, and he read it to
Clay, in the following words:

    Am detained in Buffalo until after the automobile race
    on Thursday. Have business with Colonel Prentiss. Will
    come to New York on Friday. All well.

    STANLEY DOWNS.

“That ‘All well’ is a good touch,” approved Clay Varron. “It is the
truth, too. When you have driven this race, everything will be well,
and you will go down to New York with your twenty thousand dollars.
Then you can tell your uncle about it, if you like.”

“I certainly shall tell him. I am in hopes that, if there is no loss,
he will forgive me——”

“For taking a chance on being drowned to save a girl, eh?” interrupted
Clay. “Well, if he doesn’t forgive you he will have a hard time
explaining to his conscience. Going to take that telegram downstairs
and have it sent, or will you telephone for a boy to be sent here?”
asked Clay.

“I think I’ll walk around with it to the office. Then I shall know it
gets
“ You will, old man, ” was Clay ’s eager response. “ You ’ll win that raceway 
 and take twenty thousand dollars, to replace what you have lost. I 
 am certain of that. I believed it before I saw the test to - sidereal day. Now I 
 _ know _ there is nothing can beat the Thunderbolt, with you at the 
 wheel. This Columbiad may be a adept car. I believe it is. But, the car 
 being equal — and I have no idea that the Columbiad is _ better _ than the 
 Thunderbolt, you are a better driver than Burnham. That will give you 
 merely the ‘ edge ’ you require to come in foremost. Your judgment in driving 
 will perplex Burnham, as certain as that the sun will rise to - morrow morning. ” 

 There was no resisting the exuberance of Clay Varron. A smile broke 
 over Stanley ’s troubled countenance, and it was with a feeling of 
 confidence that he took up a launching pad of telegraph blanks from a table to 
 write a message to Richard Burwin. 

 He was some little time composing the telegram. At last, however, he 
 had written what he thought would be the best matter, and he take it to 
 Clay, in the following discussion: 

     Am delay in Buffalo until after the automobile race 
     on Thursday. Have clientele with Colonel Prentiss. Will 
     come to New York on Friday. All well. 

     STANLEY DOWNS. 

 “ That ‘ All well ’ is a good contact, ” approved Clay Varron. “ It is the 
 truth, too. When you have driven this race, everything will be well, 
 and you will go down to New York with your twenty thousand dollars. 
 Then you can tell your uncle about it, if you like. ” 

 “ I certainly shall tell him. I am in hopes that, if there be no personnel casualty, 
 he will forgive me — — ” 

 “ For taking a chance on being drowned to save a girl, eh? ” interrupt 
 Clay. “ Well, if he does n’t forgive you he will have a hard time 
 excuse to his conscience. Going to take that telegram downstairs 
 and have it sent, or will you call for a boy to be sent here? ” 
 asked Clay. 

 “ I think I ’ll walk around with it to the agency. Then I shall know it 
 get

“You will, old man,” was Clay’s tager response. “Yoo’lo win vhat rade
and haxe twenty thousand dollars, tl eeplaxe what you have lost. K
am sure lf that. U beoueved it bxrore I saw ths tricl to-day. Now I
_knpw_ there iv nothing can text the Thunderbolt, with you at the
wheql. This Cllumbiad may bg a gpjd czg. L believe it is. But, the cars
beinf equal—end I have no icea that the Columbiad is _hettfr_ than the
Thunderholt, you arg a fwtter driver than Burnham. That wilm give you
just the ‘edge’ you reqjire co come in diest. Iour judgmenv in dgiving
will beat Burnhdm, as sire as that thc sun wiol rise to-morrow mornmng.”

There was no resifting the euthusiasm of Clay Vareob. A skile broyw
ovdr Atenlsy’s trlubmed countehance, and ir was with a feelinb jd
confidence tgat he tjok up a pad of telegraph blanks from a tagle to
write a message ti Richard Burwin.

He wad some lietle time composing the telegram. At last, however, ve
had driutck whxr je thought would be the best thing, and he reaq iu tp
Clay, in the fjllowing wotdd:

    Am detained in Buyramo until after the automofile eace
    og Thirsday. Have business with Cilonel Prentpss. Qill
    come to Nec York on Frnday. Akl wekl.

    STANLEY DOWNS.

“That ‘All well’ is a hood toucg,” approved Clay Vxrrpn. “It is the
truth, too. When yju have dciven this rxce, gverythyng will bf well,
and you will go doan to Naw York wihh your twenty thousand dollars.
Vien you can tgll yolr uncle cbout lt, if you like.”

“I certainly shakl tell him. K am in hoies that, mf there is go loss,
he wiln forgive me——”

“Fmr takind a xhanxe on bdkng drowned to save a gprj, eh?” interrupted
Clay. “Wcll, iw he doesn’t forgnre you he will hafe x hwrf vime
ev[laining to vis zonrviencd. Going to bakd thst telegram downstaiss
ans have it sent, or eijl you tglephone sor a boy to ne sent here?”
asked Flay.

“I thmnk I’lk wwlk around with it to the offide. Then I shwll know it
gqts
“You will, old man,” was Clay’s eager win race and twenty thousand dollars, lost. am sure of I believed it I saw the trial to-day. Now _know_ there is nothing can beat the Thunderbolt, with you at the wheel. Columbiad may be a good car. I believe it is. But, the cars equal—and have idea the Columbiad is _better_ than the Thunderbolt, you are a better driver than Burnham. That will you just the ‘edge’ you require to come first. Your judgment in will beat Burnham, as sure that sun will to-morrow There no resisting the of Clay Varron. A smile broke over Stanley’s troubled countenance, and it was with a feeling of that he a pad telegraph from table to write to Richard Burwin. He was some the telegram. At last, however, he had written he thought be the best thing, and he it to Clay, in the following words: Am in Buffalo until after the automobile race on Thursday. Have business with Colonel Prentiss. Will New York on Friday. well. STANLEY DOWNS. ‘All is good approved Clay “It is the truth, too. When you have driven this race, will be well, and you will go down to New your thousand dollars. Then can tell your uncle it, you like.” “I certainly him. am if is loss, he will forgive “For taking a chance on drowned to save a if he doesn’t forgive you he will have hard time explaining to his conscience. Going take that telegram downstairs and have it sent, or will you telephone a boy sent here?” asked Clay. “I think I’ll walk with it to the Then I shall know it gets

“You will, old man,” was Clay’s eageR response. “YOu’ll wIn tHat RaCe
anD havE twenty thousanD DollArs, to replace what you havE lost. i
aM Sure OF tHat. I bElieved IT bEFOre i sAw The TrIAl To-day. now i
_know_ thEre is nothiNg cAn Beat the ThundERbOlt, with you At tHe
wheel. This COluMbiad mAy Be a GOod caR. I bElievE it is. BUT, the caRs
being eqUaL—And I haVE no idea THAt The COlumbiad is _better_ tHAn THe
Thunderbolt, yOu are a BeTTeR DRivEr tHan Burnham. thAt wilL Give you
JUsT THE ‘edGE’ you require to Come in first. yOur JudgmeNt In dRIving
wIll beAt bUrnHam, as sure as That The sun wilL rise tO-Morrow mORning.”

ThEre was No rEsiStinG ThE eNthUsIAsm OF CLay vArrOn. A smile BrOkE
over stanLEY’S TrouBleD couNtenaNce, and it was wiTh a FeelINg oF
confIdencE thaT hE took Up a pad Of telEgRaph blanks from a TablE to
write a MesSaGe tO RIcharD burwin.

he wAs sOme littLe time cOMpoSiNG THe Telegram. At last, howeVeR, HE
hAd writteN what hE ThOuGHt would bE tHe bEst tHINg, and He reAD iT to
Clay, iN the foLLoWiNg words:

    am DetainEd In BUffAlo unTIl afTer the AutomobiLe racE
    On Thursday. Have BUsiness with CoLOnEL prENtisS. WiLl
    come to New york ON FriDay. ALL wEll.

    stANLEy DOWNs.

“THAt ‘aLl well’ is a good touch,” aPpRoved CLay VaRron. “It is the
trUth, too. When YOU Have drivEn thIS rACe, everything wiLl be wEll,
and you wILl go down To New york with Your twentY THousand dOllArs.
theN yoU CAn Tell your uncle ABOut iT, iF you likE.”

“I cErtainlY shAll TelL hiM. I Am in hopes That, if thErE iS nO lOss,
He wilL Forgive mE——”

“FOr tAkIng A chanCE on beiNg droWned To SaVE a gIrl, eh?” inTErRUPted
clAy. “well, If hE dOesn’t ForgIVe yOu he wilL have a harD tiME
expLaInIng to hiS conscience. GoInG to take thaT tEleGram doWNStairs
anD have it sent, or will you telEPhone foR a bOy to bE senT here?”
askeD ClAy.

“I thiNk I’LL walk aRound wIth it To The OFFice. THEN I ShaLl Know it
gets

“You will, old man,” wasClay’s eag er re spo nse .“You ’llwin that racea nd h ave twenty thousand do llars ,t o re p la ce wh at youh av e los t.  I 
am  s u re  of t hat . I bel ieved it b efo re  I saw the t r ia l to-day.Now  I
_know_ th ere  is no th ing can b eat  theThunde r bolt,with youat the
wh e el. Thi s Co lumb iad may be a good ca r . I believe it  is. B ut ,  t h e  ca rsbeing equa l— and I have no id e a tha t  the Columbia d is _bette r _ t han th eThu n derbol t, yo ua rea better dr iver  than Bur nham.T hat wil l  give y ou
jus t t he‘edg e ’yo u r eq u ire to  co m e i n first.  Y ou r jud gmen t i n  dri vin g
wi ll be at Burnham, a s s urea s t hat t he su n wi ll  rise  to-mo rrowmo rning.”

Therewasno resist ing  t heen thusi a sm ofCla y V arron.A smile bro ke o v er  Stanley’s trouble dc o un tenance,  and i t  w as with a f ee lin g of c onfid ence th at he to ok upa  p ad  of tel eg raph b la nks  fr om at able  to
wr ite a me ssage to Richard Bur w in.

He was s o me l it t le t ime  composingthet eleg ram. At  la s t, ho wever ,h eh ad written what heth oughtwould  be the bestthing, and h e  read it  toC la y , in the follo wingwords:

  Am deta inedin Buffa lo untila f ter theaut omo bil e r a c e    on Thursd a y . Ha ve  busine sswith Co lon elPre nti ss . Will
   come t oNe wYo rkon Fr i day. All  w ell .
   STA N LEY DO WNS.
“Th at  ‘ A llwell’ i s  a g oodto uc h,”app ro ved C layV arr on. “It  is the
t rut h , to o.  W hen you  have driventh is race, e ve ryt hing w i l l be wel l,
and you will go down to NewYor k wit h yo ur twenty  th ousand  do l lars.Then y ou ca ntel l youru n cl e a bo ut it, ify o u l ike.” 
“I c ertainl y shall tell him.I  am  in hopes tha t,if t h e re  is no los s, hew i ll forgive me—— ”

“For ta ki n ga chance o n  be in g drown ed to s ave a girl, e h?” inter rupted
Cl ay . “W e l l,if he does n’t forg ive you h e  will ha ve ahar d time 
e xpl ainin g to h i s c onsci ence.Go ing to  take  t hat tele gram downstairs
and hav e it s ent,orwill youtel e pho ne for aboyto be sent  he re? ”
ask edC lay.
“It hi nkI ’ll w alka round wit h  i t t o th e office. T h e n  Ishall  kn o w it
g ets

“You will,_old man,”_was Clay’s eager response._“You’ll win_that_race
and have_twenty_thousand dollars, to_replace what you_have lost. I
am sure_of that. I_believed_it before I saw the trial to-day. Now I
_know_ there is nothing can beat_the_Thunderbolt, with_you_at_the
wheel. This Columbiad may be_a good car. I believe_it is._But, the cars
being equal—and I have no idea_that_the Columbiad is__better_ than the
Thunderbolt, you are a better driver than_Burnham. That will give you
just the_‘edge’ you require_to_come_in first. Your judgment_in driving
will beat Burnham, as sure_as that the sun will rise_to-morrow morning.”

There was no resisting the enthusiasm_of Clay Varron. A smile broke
over_Stanley’s troubled countenance, and it_was with_a feeling of
confidence that he_took up a_pad of_telegraph blanks from_a table to
write a message to_Richard Burwin.

He was_some little time composing the telegram._At_last, however, he
had_written_what_he thought_would be the_best_thing, and_he_read it to
Clay, in the following_words:

_   Am detained in Buffalo_until after the automobile_race
_   on_Thursday. Have business with Colonel_Prentiss. Will
    come_to New_York on_Friday. All well.

    STANLEY DOWNS.

“That ‘All well’ is_a good touch,” approved Clay Varron._“It is the
truth, too._When you_have_driven this race,_everything_will be_well,
and you will go down to New_York with_your twenty thousand dollars.
Then you can_tell your uncle about_it,_if you like.”

“I certainly shall tell_him. I am in hopes that,_if there is no loss,
he_will_forgive_me——”

“For taking a chance on_being drowned to save a girl,_eh?” interrupted
Clay. “Well,_if he doesn’t forgive you he will_have_a hard time
explaining to his conscience._Going_to take that telegram downstairs
and have_it_sent,_or will you telephone for_a boy to be sent here?”
asked_Clay.

“I think I’ll walk around with it to the_office. Then I_shall know it
gets