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ould have more show if you got lost on the way, Darling." The boyish driver at the next tent looked up as they passed, and came over grinning to give his clasp. "Get a move on; what you been doin' all day, dear child? They've been givin' your manager sal volatile to hold him still." He nodded at the agitated Dick in ironic commiseration. "Go get out your car, Darling; I want to beat you," chaffed the next in line. "'Strike up the band, here comes a driver,'" sang another, with an entrancing French accent. Laughing, retorting, shaking hands with each comrade rival, Lestrange went down the row to his own tent. At his approach a swarm of mechanics from the factory stood back from the long, low, gray car, the driver who was to relieve him during the night and day ordeal slipped down from the seat and unmasked. "He's here," announced Dick superfluously. "Rupert--where's Rupert? Don't tell me _he's_ gone now! Lestrange--" But Rupert was already emerging from the tent with Lestrange's gauntlets and cap, his expression a study in the sardonic. "It hurts me fierce to think how you must have hurried," he observed. "Did you walk both ways, or only all three? I'm no Eve, but I'd give a snake an apple to know where you've been all day." "Would you?" queried Lestrange provokingly, clasping the goggles before his eyes. "Well, I've spent the last two hours on the Coney Island beach, about three squares from here, watching the kiddies play in the sand. I didn't feel like driving just then. It was mighty soothing, too." Rupert stared at him, a dry unwilling smile slowly crinkling his dark face. "Maybe, Darling," he drawled, and turned to make his own preparations. Fascinated and useless, Dick looked on at the methodical flurry of the next few moments; until Lestrange was in his seat and Rupert swung in beside him. Then a gesture summoned him to the side of the machine. "I'll run in again before we race, of course," said Lestrange to him, above the deafening noise of the motor. "Be around here; I want to see you." Rupert leaned out, all good-humor once more as he pointed to the machine. "Got a healthy talk, what?" he exulted. The car darted forward. A long round of applause welcomed Lestrange's swooping advent on the track. Handkerchiefs and scarfs were waved; his name passed from mouth to mouth. "Popular, ain't he?" chuckled a mechanic next to Dick. "They don't forget that Georgia trick, no, sir
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