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.. '.'.,: Whizz! Slam! The speed was terrific, nerve-racking, heart-tearing! A second dropped meant the race lost. Bart was numl:? to feeling, but his hot blood leaped througl!. a brain that throbbed for winning. Dunham somers!tulted backward for his life :


I J WIDE A WAKE WEEKLY A CON'PLETE STORY EVERY WEEK. Issued Weekly-By SUbscription $2.50 per year. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1906, in the office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. C., by Fmnk 'l'ousey, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. No. 1 NEW YORK, APRIL 20, 1906. Price 5 Cents SMASHING THE AUTO RECORD OR, Bart Wilson at. the Speed Lever. By EDWARD N. F OX. CHAPTER I. "That's what you always--" "Hush! Listen!" OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS AT BART'S DOOR. Mr. Morton ha.d thrown open the door of his office. Standing in the doorway, the proprietov called out across "I'll do the best I can. Ring me up in fifteen minutes. the big shed: Five, eh? Oh, well-all right. But I can't promise a "You, 'l'Brry!" thing!" "Yes, sir!" There was a worried look on the fat, round, red face of "Mr. Huntman has telephoned in for a man who can Mr. Thomas Morton as he hung up the telephone receiver get a busted automobile running. He's fifteen miles away, with a snap. out at Dalton. Wants a man who can start the car again "If y0u want to go crazy, start a garage!" and bring him in here. Any idea where I can get such a The remark was shot off at only the open air in the office man?" and on the other side of the open window. "No, sir." At least, so Morton thought "Neither have I, confound it! But I've simply got to But his last impatient words, like the fragments of the get a chauffeur somewhere. I'll telephone everybody and telephone message, had passed through the open window see what I can do." to tlie ears of two boys who stood on the sidewalk close by. Mr. Morton again went to the telephone . "Now, I wonder wha.t ails him?" mused Bart Wilson, Bart listened, gathering, from what he heard, that Mr. aloud. Morton had telephoned to three places without success in "Oh, let him have just a trouble or two, if he wants finding his man, and was now trying a fourth. 'em," urged Ding Batson, snappishly. "Lord knows we've An inspiration came to Bart. It is said that opportunity got misfortunes enough of our own." knocks but once or twice at any man's door. He who doesn't "But perhaps I could help him out," hinted Bart. hear the knock is the man who doesn't succeed in life. "Who wants to help a strange r out?" snorted Ding. But Bart had long been listening for that knock. "I do, especially when there's a dollar in it-as there "Ding," he whispered, eagerly, "I'm going to take that sometimes is." job!" "We need a dollar badly enough," agreed Ding, with a Ding Batson drew back, staring at his friend in amazedisagreeable laugh. ' ment. "And perhaps we can get it." "You?" echoed Ding. "You can't do it!"


2 S MASHING THE AUTO RECORD. "Why not?" question e d Bart, with a queer smile. "What? Who?--" began Morton, wheeling around "You've neve\ run an automobil e in your life!" upon the boy. "Is that any sign that I never can?" It was a nervy thing to do, the thing that had jumped "You can't do it!" into Bart's active, never-afraid brain. "Can' t, eh? Ding Batson, 'can't do it' is your sole motto But the boy had made up his mind to take all the chances in life. You're always t hinking of what you can't do. I'm he could find lyin g around loose. thinking of what I can do." So he smi led back at the proprietor of the garage. He "But you can't. You try it, and you' ll probably blow met Morton's gaze steadi ly. yourself sky high-if the man in there i s crazy enough to "I couldn't help hearing," Bart went on, hurriedly, "that trust the job to you." you wantca a brakeman for a chug-wagon "I can do it; I know I can," Bart asserted, tranquilly. "A what?" gasped Mr. Morton. "And-I'm going in-to-take the blooming job!',. "A chuff-chaff-what-d o -you-call' em? As Bart ann ounce d this conclusion, he slicked down and "A chauffeur," s upplied Mr. Morton. brushed his clothes with bis ha nds, took a soiled and travel"Yes, sir That's as good as any other slang name, I stained handk e rchi e f from his pocket to brush off bis boots, guess." and finally felt to make sure that there was still some part "Are you wasting my time, boy-or d o y ou k now where in his hair. I can find s uch a man?" He wm; an yth in g but a trampish-looking boy, though a "Yes, sir." s hrewd observer would have known that both he and Ding "Where?" were "on the tramp" just at that time. "Look straight ahead of you, sir-at me!" They were, in fact, traveling in search of a job. "You? But you're only a boy I" A1rcady they w e r e mor e than a hundred miles from the "I'll outgrow that, sir. And I've got some other good place that they had known as hom e point s I need the job, si r. Can I have it?" Bart had been brought up by an uncle, Henry Travers. "What do you ln1ow about driving an automobile?" Din g was a '"State b oy," whom Travers had taken from queried Mr. Morton, struck, despite his worry, by the origi-an inst itution. nality of this new youngste r. Henry Trav e r s had recently died, l e aving nothing but "Don't know anything-yet," Bart answered, truthflilly a farm ready for foreclosure, and a daught e r, who, being "Where did you ever run an auto ca.r?" married in comfortable circumstances, cared nothing for "Never did." either the farm or the boys. "Get out of here, then!" roared Mr Morton, angrily. So the boys, in the best clothes that they had lef t, had Y\Vhat do you mean by coming in here to waste my time started on the tramp and the hunt for work. like this?" The y had b een at it a week. Foot s o r e and a11 but dis"But I could run a car-I know I could," Bart urged, c ournge

SMASHING THE AUTO RECORD. "Yes," he replied to some invisible person, "this is Mor ton. No; I haven't got on the track of a man for you yet." "But you think you're going to land one all right," nudgetl Bart, who had stepped close to the other's elbow. "But I think I can land one, all right," Thomas Morton repeated. "All right. Good boy, Tom! Depend upon yon. Call you again in five minutes. If you fail me-look out for yourself! Good-bye!" Ting-a-ling-ling! The man at the other end had already rung off in quick, jerky fashion. Mr, Morton swore. as he hung up the receiver. His face was working with wrath as he turned swiftly upon Bart. "Boy, what on earth did you say that in my ear for? Of co\nse I had to-repea,t it Now I'm in a pretty mess. Huntman will depend upon me. If I fail him-well, life won't be worth living!" "Oh, that'slall right," Ba.rt answered1 as coolly as before. "You won't fail him. Y 01t'll send me. And I'll put axle grease oil the hubs and whirl the chug-cart down here in no time!" "I wonder if you could l earn anything in a few minutes? Oh, pshaw, of co-urse you couldn't. It's crazy. And Huntman will fix metnow for fooling him!" "You've got a machine or two out there in the barn," Bart insisted-for he had not for a sing l e instant given up the notion that he would get the job and put it through. Take me out to one of the toot-chariots and show me how the harness goes on." "Crazy idea!" Morton repeated, gloomily. "Might be crazier. Show me, anyway-do! It'll amuse you, sir, and won'thurt me." "Oop:ie on, then-you juvenile lunatic!" Thomas Morton led the way hastily out into the great shed-like place. Terry wa there, washing a machine, but Terry knew ,. nothing about running an auto, and was one of those stllpid fellows who never could learn. Two minutes later Thomas Morton, down on hands and was busy explaining all the principal parts of a car and the uses of those parts. Bart Wilson, down on his knees, and part of the time on his stomach, was faking it all in. Yes, he was literally "taking it in"-drinking it in, ab sorbing the information, mastering it, storing it away for future use. For Bart was one of those not uncommon youngsters who have a genius fot machinery. "Rave you any idea what's wtong with Mr. Huntman's machine?" our hero asked. "Yes, for I know the machine well. See here--" Mt. Morton was soon deep in the explanations! that Bart drank in as sand soaks up the rain. Ting-a ling-ling! "Telephone, sir," warned Terry. Thomoo Morton started on a nm for his office. Batt, too, soft-footed as a catJ was at his heels. I Morton, as he pulled down the receiver, was tiiit!ofiscious of the fact that the boy was in the room at all. "You've got my chauffeur, haveh't you ?11 :Bart heard come over the wire. "Yes; I've got the tight party-a good one/l Bart whis pered in Morton's ear. Before he had time to check himself the proptietor of the garage tepeatetl the message word for word. Thert, still holding thl:l receiver to his eat, the taiitalized man whirled around to scowl fiendishly at Batt. "Have him come tip on the six -thirteen train. t'tl meet him at the depot/' sounded the voice l:tt the other ertd. "Tell him I'm quite a yourtg fellow, but that I know my business," Bart egged his victim OI1. JI.ft. l\fotton, ct:Jld sweat cottling out o.f evety port, re peated this news. "Ilon't care if heis an infant, if he knows what to do," s ounded Huntman's voice. "I've got to have the machine i lt your place to-night fot instant repairs. Hurry him along. If your tnan misses the train, ot fails me, l'll close you lip out of business for good. You know what Rob Huntman's word means! Hustle your man along! Good bye!" As the bell tinkled the ring-off; Thomas Morton sank into the nearest chair.

4 SMASHING THE AUTO RECORD. A minute later Bart Wilson ran out of the garage and Because I know I can't." headed for the depot. "All you know, Ding, is that you can't do things," re" And to think I .couldn't go myself for being too neartorted Ba.rt wearily. I don't believe I ever knew you to : sighted tQ drive at night!" groaned the unhappy Morton, say 'I'll try.' You know, right off, that you 'can't.' Why as he saw Ba.rt dart around the nearest corner. "0 Lord, don't you brace up a.nd learn?" [ wonder if the boy' ll make anything like a bluff at getting "Oh, I can't," sighed Ding, not stubbornly, but in a tone through with the job?" of grief. A boy who had been standing so close to the wall as to Bart turned away a little impatiently, walked over to the seem to be trying to wipe himself out of view now edged garage doorway a.nd stood looking out at a beautiful scene. close to Mr. Morton. It was not the garage in the town of Deepstead. "Bart can't do it," Ding Batson informed the proprietor. It a month later, in the full, warm splendor of June, "It was crazy of you to give him that job." and now the boys lodged in two little rooms in the great "Of course it was," Morton readily admitted. "Grastone building that served as a garage at Clonmere, the ciou s there's the train leaving the depot now fl' handsome country place of Robert Huntman, the great Though darkness s oon came on, that soft May night, Mr. man of finance. Morton did not feel like going home to suppe r For Huntman had been true to his promise to see Bart Instead, he sat in his office, waiting, thinking, hoping, on the 'day after that on which Bart had made his first dreading. acquaintance with automobiles. And, as Ding appeared to have no other place to go, MorThe great capitalist, pleased with the boy's appearance, ton invited that youngster to a seat there, too. and with his masterly way of going at machinery, had of_. Nine o'clock had struck. Hardly had the last note of fered the boy the post of second chauffeur. the chime died away when--Emery, Huntman's first chauffeur, had taught the boy Honk! honk! .much about the running of the great, swift cars. "Goo d Lord; that's the horn on Huntmim's car!" ejacuAnd now, Emery having left to go to another position, lated Morton, leaping to his feet. Bart was left in charge of Huntman's garage for the time He and Ding got out of the office in time to see the great, being-until a new first chauffeur .was secured. flaring lights of a big car turn as the ponderous machine There were 'four touring cars an. d two runabouts in the came slowly into the shed-with Bart Wilson calm, happy, garage. supreme at the lever! Bart, though he had seldom taken Mr. Huntman abroad, Then the car stopped, and from the rear seat boomed a had done much in that line for the rich man's guests. great voice: "I don't see what you want me to l earn to run a ma.-/"Tom Morton, this1ooks like a kid you sent me-but he chine for," Ding went on, discontentedly. "Hain't I got carried the goods I'm going to give him ten dollars for erlough to do keeping this place and the cars clean?" the service. And I want to see him here to-morrow morn"But don't you understand, you stupid old lout," Bart ing at o'clock." insisted, "that there'd be a chance here for you to be second Ding was all gasp and stare, mouth wide open and eyes chauffeur?" as much so. "Second chofl'-chifl'-chefl'--" stumbled Ding. But Mr. Thoma s Morton felt like' a man glad over wak"Second chauffeur-yes, that's the job fer you," Bart ing from a bad dream. announced, eagerly. Huntman, a big and powerful man of fifty, with smooth"But that's your job," objected Ding, wonderingly. shaven, hawk-like face and eagle eyes, alighted and stamped "It Vl\on't be for long." into the office. "Going to chuck it up? Going somewhere else?" de" Did you tell Huntman how little you know about an mantled Ding, looking truly startled. autp ?"demanded Morton, in a sharp whisper. "Oh, no," Bart laughed, easily. "I'm going to be the "What on earth do you take me for?" Bart demanded, new first here-that's all." smi ling queerly. "I gbt the blamed thing going and coaxed "When did Mr. Huntman say that?" it in here, didn't I?" "He didn't say it." "Then how--" "Mr. Huntman doesn't even know that I'm going to be CHAPTER II. his first man," Bart explained, sere nely. "I haven't told him yet: You see, I just decided upon it myself about two TESTING THE AUTO BOY'S NERVE. "You've got to learn to run one of these machines, too, Ding. "I can't learn," Dingley Batson replied, shaking his head. "How on earth do you know?" minutes ago." Ding stare d at hi s friend in stupid wonder. 1 "Maybe you think I've got a nerve," Bart challenged. "I do." "Why shouldn't I be first :farm-hand at the stove-lifter on these steam-carts?" Bart queried, slangily. "I'm in


SMASHING THE AUTO RECORD. I charge here just now. Why I keep on being in charge? That's what I mean to do." "Going to post Mr. Huntman up on your decision?" quizzed Ding. "I'm going to ask Mr. Huntman about it," Bart repiied. "And I'm going to state my case with all the push that I can, too." .''Not a bad idea, really boomed a great voice that made them both jump. Robert Huntman, great man in the world of money, and a good employer, too, to those who worked for him faith fully, stepped from out of sight through the doorway and into the garage. "So you really think you could be fir s t chauffeur for me, do you, Wilson?" asked the ca pi tali st. "I know it, sir," Bart answered, promptly. "It's rather a responsible pos ition i s n't it?" asked the man of millions. Think bow much there will be to learn?" ... "'rhink how much I have learned, s ir s ince the first time I drove your car," Bart urged, re s pectfully "How much have you learned?" s mil e d his employer, quizzically. "Well, sir, two hours before I met you at Dalton I didn't know the first thing about running a car." "What's that?" "The truth, sir." Bart fell into a narration of the way that he came to take Bart looked almost lovingly over the fine automobiles that he now bc::lieved were to remain in his charge from now on. "There's only one thing we need here, Ding," he called, at la st. "What's that?" "A racing car." "Pshaw l One more machine to clean!" "We re going to have it, too, Ding, I'll bet, for I heard Mr. Huntman talking about it yesterday." "Then you can't be first-push, as you call it." "W:hy not?" "First-push would be the fellow who ran the racer." "Well? That' ll be me," Bart declared. "Humph!" "All I need now to make me happy i s to have the bossing of a racer. Say Ding, think what a thing it would be to run the machine that sma s hed the world's auto record!" "I' d sooner have a raise of pay," Ding retorted. "Humph! Any old mud i s goocl enough for you to stick in, isn' t it, Ding?" Ting-alin g-ling! It was the g1uage telephone, connecting with the house, that ra ng. "Hello responded, as quickly as he could reach the 'phone. 'Ell o! Who's that?" "Wilson." It's prepos"This is Hawkins," announced Mr. Huntman's English valet. up motoring as a profesiion. "Why, this is something I can't b e lieve. terous," cried Robert H untman. "Mr. Morton will back up my stor y sir any time .yo11 ask him," Bart hinted. "Now, sir, if I've b e en giving good satisfaction on what I'velearned in a few weeks, don't you think I can step up and be first chauffeur, ancl go on learn ing? I won't leave you, either, the way Emery did. It' s sornE:thing to have a devil-cart steerer-I beg your pardon, a chauffeur-who won't leave you in a hurry." "I'll think it over, anyway nodded Mr Huntman. "And, by the way, Wilson, keep close, for I may need yoii on a second's notice. That's what I came out to say." "I'll stay here, sir, until I hear from you." Bart, full in the doorway now, ')'atched until he had seen his employer reach the great white house. Then our hero turned upon his friend. "That's the way to do things, Ding! I'm to be firstpush here from now on." "Mr. Huntman didn't say so." "No; but you wait and see!" "Oh, you can't get the job," Ding. "Keep your 'can'ts' to yourself, won't you, old fellow? Don't hoodoo me with them, too!" Bart strolled back through the spotless garage, with its six handsome, brand-new-looking cars. Ding, stupid as he might be in some things, was at least a faithful, hard-working fellow. His job being to keep things clean, he made them fairly shine. "Go ahead, Hawk!" At any other time this familiar address would ha .ve rai sed a torrent of abuse from the valet, but now he went on quickly: "Mr. Huntman's orders. A quick machine--the best you've got-at the front door without a seconcl's delay. Have plenty of oil for a long run!" "There inside of sixty seconds, Ha wk Bart was never caught napping. He hung up the re ceiver like a flash and sprang to one of the cars, flashed the jumping spark, got the eng ine going, and at the same time "Road togs, Ding! Like lightning!" hs he straightened up, Batson helped him into the lon g coat, handed him the goggles and held out the cap. It seemed to be a matter only of seconds before Bart was up on his ,;eat. Nor had his feet more than touched the floor of the car when the forward lever moved slightly over. The great forty-five horse-power car started laz ily out of the garage. Yet within forty feet from the doorway the speed in creased. Honk honk honk At its loudest the horn sounded, as Bart put on a spurt of speed going up the driveway. This auto boy was all for speed. Generally the Huntman


6 SMASHING THE AUTO RECORD. orders were for too little speed, but now Bart felt justified in dsshing U:ft to the door. As he drew up, two men appeared on the veranda. Bart made as pretty a sharp, short stop as he could-a stop without a sign of jerk in it. "Fast work this afternoon, Wilson," called Mr. Hunt man. The man of millions looked as cool and indifferent as usual, but Bart, who always studied his employer, fancied that he saw signs of excitement under the surface With him was anoth; man, of middle age-a stranger, the boy believed, though the disfiguring, disguising road goggles hid most of the expression of the face "This is a high-priced ride," Bart heard the other man whisper to Huntman. "Two million dollars at stake!" Bart jumped. But he did not disbelieve the words. He had been long enough with this employer to know that sometimes games with great stakes were played by this capita] ist. "Where to, sir?" Bart a s ked, as Huntman entei;ed the tonneau or rear compartment of the car. "Dean's place in Bedford." "What speed, sir?" "The fastest you can make without risking the machine or getting us into trouble with the law!" "Yes, sir." "And, Wilson--" "Yes, sir." "Whatever you do, don't let us break down. This is the most important drive you're ever likely to make. A vast amount depends on our reaching Dean in time." "We'll reach him, sir!" Barti...waited, either for further instructions or for the order to start. "Only a boy, but he has asked to be my first chauffeur," Bart heard Mr. Huntman whisper to his companion. "Too young?" "Perhaps we can judge this afternoon. Wbat are you waiting for, Wiloon ?'' "For word to go, sir?" "Go-and eat up the miles!" Honk! Chug! Whir! The great car was fairly speed ing by the time it went out upon the highway. Bedford, as Bart knew, was forty-eight miles away. But with this high-powered car the distance could be covered in less time than it would take to go by train. "Forty eight miles, and tw-o millions at stake," flashed the boy, as he kept his hands employed and his eyes search ing down the road. "Allowing for difference in roads and slowing down through villages, if I'm a second more than an hour and a half I deserve to be drowned in a lake of gasoline!" Over the incessant rattle and whirr of cogs he could not hear a word of the talk behind him. Indeed, Huntman and his friend were obliged to talk right at each other's ears, for Bart had let out the speed for all it was worth. It was exhilarating sport-the fastest speed that Bart had yet made for any considerable distance. As he passed a landmark that told off the first twenty miles of the trip, Bart d':g out his watch. "Thirty-two minutes, with all the slow-do.wns !" he thrilled. ''Not bad for a green boy.'' On they sped, not quite at full gait, but yet the air beat against their faces. There wa.S a "nasty one" just ahead now-a bit of road that turned with a sharp bend upon a ra ilroad track at a point where there was no crossing-tender. The spot was marked in reel ink on Wilson's road-map. Bart had started to slow down, but Mr Huntman, discov ering this, leaned forward., giving him two sharp digs in the back. "Orders are orders," grimaced the boy. He let out the speed once more. And now they whirled around the bend, sighting the track. Worst of all, they sighted a train bearing swiftly down upon the crossing. Jupiter!" Bart tingued. I Train and auto car were coming so swiftly together-were so close-that a smash seemed beyond question. Bart's judgment told him that safety lay most surely in jumping the machine forward at its greatest spurt. His hand flew to. the lever, but in that instant Mr. Huntman leaned over him, shouting : "Reverse!" It seemed certain death, for the car could not be stopped in time to get back clear of the train. But it was an order. Bart's hand flew to the reversing lever. He jammed it hard. 1 There was a second's pause-a great jar and quiver throughout the frame of the auto. Right a-top of them, a.lmost, loomed the great, black, crushing engine. Then the auto jolted backward-touched, though, for, as the train whi2lzed by, the auto was slewed around sideways, while shrieks went up from car windows. But Bart, white as death, hung to his levers and his presence of mind. Hardly had the slew begun when the car veered once more and slid gracefully back as the rear of the train passed them. Now Bart would have driven forward once rnore, and over the crossing, as if nothing had happened. But Mr. Huntm&n's voice rang out: "Stop!" Obediently Bart brought the machine' to a halt. Huntman and his guest leaped to the ground, Bart still sitting coolly by his levers and stearing gear "Get down, too, Wilson, and see if the car is hurt," com manded Mr. Huntman. "I don't think she can be! sir," Bart replied, as he spran,g down to the ground. "She minds her control. No,


SMASHING THE AUTO RECORD. '1 sir; you see, there's been no damage except that big dent in front. None of the machinery hurt." "That was a fearfully close shave," shivered Huntman's companion. "It was," the man of millions agreed. "It seemed to me, Huntman, that the best thing to do was to jam on speed fast ahead." "I realize that now," agreed the capitalist. "But you were just reversing when I told you, weren't you, Wilson?" "I should have jammed ahead, sir, if you hadn't called. It seemed ten times safer." "You thinl( so?" "I was certain that reversing would kill us all, sir." "Then why did you reverse?" "Because I'm here to follow orders '(You'd follow them to death?" gasped the man of millions. "'fhat's what I thought I was doing;" Bart admitted, honestly. "Wilson," and Huntman's voice shook a trifle," "there's real stuff in you. "There ought to be some stuff, Mr. Huntman, in the chap who has the levers of a high-powered car under his hand." "Wilson, I guess we'd better shake hands." "On what, sir?" demanded Bart, audaciously, as he put his hand in that of his employer. "Are you thinking of making me first-push I mean, first chauffeur?" It was striking while the iron was hot. But Huntman was too old and too shrewd a man to be caught on an impulse. "I'm thinking of that matter," was all he answered. "Anybody interested in stopping your getting through?" Bart .asked, carelessly. "Interested in stopping me? I should say so "That was the trick relied upon, then," Bart affirmed. "Do you suppose any one has been covering your move ments by telephone?" "That must be the case!" exdaimed Huntman's companion, in a voice that shook. "We'll try to fool 'em," Bart announced. "There's too much glass ahead to pick it all up. But back an eighth of a mile is a crossroad that we can take." Backing, slowly, he made a short turn and sped back. The crossroad was a rough one, used by few but farmers. Here the loam and sand was loose and deep. The heavy, tired wheels sank in deeply, but the auto's engine was a strong one. Bart crowded on what speed he could, and was doing very fairly, until--Bang! The report came from the left front tire. In that deep soil it did not take long to stop. Bart brought the car up as quickly as he could. In another twinkling he was over the side with parts of his repair kit. "What's wrong now?" demanded Huntman, uneasily. "More glass," blazed Bart, as he worked away like light ning. "Glass-up here on this road? I don't see any." "Because it's buried in this loose soil," Bart returned, not looking up from his work. Having finished his job, Bart Wilson darted up the road a little way, eying the ground keenly. Presently he pounced down, drew up a bit of glass that had been well imbedded in the dirt and flew back to show it. "Probably, Mr. Huntman, there's glass enough in the road ahead to cut a dozen tires to pieces. The job has been well done." CHAPTER III. "Wilson, do you know any way of getting us through in time, despite the treachery that has been at work along "THROUGH OR BUST!" here?" "Shall I take chances?" Bart asked, quickly. Bart brought the machine up at a sudden stop. "It must be .through-or bust!" It was so sudden, so jerky, so jolting, that the two men "You'll stand for anything, sir?" on the rear seat rose without meaning it, pitching across "Anything that gives us the best show to get through the back of the driver's seat. to the end of the trip inside of twenty minutes-it mustn't They were within four miles of now, and run-be twenty-five!" ning well within the schedule that the young chauffeur was "I understand, sir!" trying to keep. Leaping back to his seat, Bart started the speed slowly. "What did you do that for, Wilson?" demanded his em-At the same time he steered well to the right. player. Mr. Huntman certainly looked astonished when the car "Necessary!" turned off into a rough field. "What?" The land here had been" ploughed, but not planted. "See that stuff ahead, sir?" asked the boy, pointing down As slowly as if they were creeping the heavy car moved the road. over this tough roadbed. "What stuff?" There was danger that at any instant the tires would "Can't you see it, sir, about three hundred feet ahead? sink so deeply into the soft soil as to stop progress and leave Road strewn with broke!). glass. Wouldn't do a thing to them stalled there. our tires!" Bart knew the chances, but they were the only ones he Mr. Huntman thought he saw the glass now, and paled._ could take.


8 SMASHING THE AUTO RECORD. --=========== = ================= White-faced, quivering inwardly, he kept his every thought on his work. Twice the auto seemed on the point of stopping, nearly hub-deep in the soft, damp loam But he crowded on a little more effort. At last they were clear of the ploughed ground, but now they struck rough, uneven pasture It was tough The "rocky road to Dublin" could not have made worse going. it was a harder bottom here, and Bart, who was g r oaning over the time lost in the ploughed field, let out on speed Rattle! bump jolt! tip! Whirring over that anything but level pasture, the car traveled, much of the time, on two wheels, with the opposite side of the car high in air. But our hero, with his feet braced and his hands and brain equally active, ground his teeth together in the spirit of sheer recklessness which alone could now save Mr. Hunt man's game, whatever that might be. On the rear seat the two passengers clutched and hung on, gasping, but game and silent. It was "through or bust!" Bart Wilson didn't care a continental how soon they "busted" if they could get "thr ough But now they came to a level bit of pasture, and here Bart turned smoothly toward the road, there being no wall in the way I nstead, a rail fence barred their way. The fence might be strong, or it might be weak. Bart, traveling at such speed as he was now able to get out of the engine, glanced ahead and took chances. Too strong a fence, and the machine might be wreckedthose inside killed. Bu t "through or bust!" kept ringing in the boy's ears. Crash! R-r-rip They were through, now, and out on the road again, leaving a demolished fence behind. A minute more, and they had turned down a hard, ma cadam road, spurring for Bedford, Bart with his fascinated gaze on the smooth road ahead, keenly alert for a sight of anything that could put a hole through a tire. But they reached the village, passed through, and now Mr. Huntman was bawling the directions to Mr. Dean's country place. They turned, out on a pretty, shaded avenue. It was smooth here, and Bart Wilson crowded on the speed, though his fingers felt numb and his hands were shaking from the long strain and the wear and tear on his brain. "Slow up and go through the next gate to the right. Make no sign of haste t now," bawled Mr. Huntman in his ear. So Bart ran the car lazily up the long, sl1aded driveway to a handsome country house 9 stone that looked more like a castle He made a dignified stop before the entrance. Mr. Huntrnan and his companion stepped out with easy, slow dignity, as if there had been no "thnmgh. or bust" orders. Yet Bar t thr illed, for Mr. Huntman, in a whisper, de livered himself : "Bully, boy, Wilson!" Then the two passengers had stepped inside the doorway, and Bart drove his car around to the rear, stopping near the stables. He got out, looked over the tires and the car in general then stood idly by. From his post the front entrance to Dean's was plainly visible. Fifteen minutes or so had gone by when, around a bend in the driveway, a carriage drawn by two horses dashed into sight. It stopped, the horses steaming, before the front door. Two men, one old and gray-haired, the other middle agecl, got out. As they did so, they caught sight of the sleeping auto mobile-and started. "The pair we beat, I reckon," mused Bart. The two men quickly turned away again, just as a cab rolled smartly in the wake of the first carriage. The young er of the two strangers stepped to the cab window as if to say a few words. Then, with all haste, the two new visitors disappeared within the doorway. "Wonder what the two-million dollar game is, and how it's coming on?" mused Bart. Though he did not seem to be looking directly their way, our hero saw three men get out of the cab. They did not attempt to enter the house, but stood to gether, chatting in low tones and looking around them After a few moments one of the trio, a short, thickset man of thirty or thereabouts, sauntered along in the direc tion of the Huntman car. "Yes," muttered Bart, inwardly, "I'll keep a sharp eye on you!" Straight onward came the stranger, glancing at the young chauffeur and at t_he car as if with impartial curi osity. "Quite a craft," hailed the stranger, i n what was meant to be an agreeable voice. "Yes," Bart acknowledged, indifferently. "Who does it belong to?" "GuesE !"hinted Bart. Just a trifle confused the stranger appeared, but after an instant he persisted: "Belong to Mr. Huntman?" "You win!" Slowly the stranger drew out a thick pile of bank notes, eyed them, then glanced up at Bart. "Care for 'em?" asked the stranger, but very low. "Might come handy," the lad admitted. "Willing to earn the money P" "How?" "Can you be trusted?" "Guess!" Stepping still closer, the stranger whispered: "Take a few suggestions from us for some crooked work and this wad may be yours


;)..\lASlllNG THH-AUTO RECORD. Quick enough the answer came Biff Bart's fist shot out like a trip-hammer, catchi n g the fellow under the jaw, knocking him and sendi ng the money flying. And Bart Wil son, brandishing a heavy wrench, sto?d over the man, shouting: "You sneaky cur! Try to get up befor e I say so, andI'll brain you CHAPTER IV. DEEP IN THE MUD OF A NASTY PLOT. "Let me up before any one sees! Don't be a fool!" This came in a half-bullying, half-coaxing tone from the man whom the young chauffeur had downed. He not r etaliate, after making that crooked offer, mad as he was. Morec:iver, he was paid to gain Bart's aid in his scheme, and therefore did not resent the blow. It was to his interest to keep the boy's friendship. A second after the thump Bart had begun to regret his r ash ha ste. So he replied, quickly: "I don't like b luffs about money. I could make too good use of that stuff, if it's real. Get up!" As he spoke, Bart tossed the wrench back under his own seat. "Now, if you're trying to fool with me," he went on, "you'd better get to a safe distance before I do something else to you." "What do you want to be so b lamed quick for?" de manded the stranger, as soon as he got on his feet. Secretly he was delighted at having won Bart over. "I can't stand being joshed a.bout a lot of money," Bart answered, in a pretendedly sulky tone. The man devoted himself, fir s t of a ll to gathe rin g up his ctist-away bank-notes. But now he came close to young Wilson, murmuring: "That money is meant for you-only a small bit of cash on account. I was not fooling as you seemed to think. "What's that?" Bart a sked, sharply "Slip this cash in your pocket," wheedled the man, moving closer, until the pile of bank -notes touched Bart's :fingers. Nothing loath t h e boy stowed the money away in a pocket. "There's two thousand dollars there," announced the st ranger bending over and l ooking at the a uto as if he were inspecting it with a good deal of curiosity. "Don't sprin g any more con games," Bart begged, trem ulotlsly. "Straight goods," affirmed the other. "Don't count it here, but you can get by yourself and do it before you go any further with us. Now, if you c1o something that we want, a little l ater, you'll have ten thousand dollars in your clothes by the time you sit down to suppe r Do you want the dough ?" "Does a pup want meat?" retort e d young Wilson, tremulously. "But, see here-I can't take any risk of getting in jail!" "Don't have to. The trick is simple enough." "Name it, then.''. "Will you be game ?" "Haven't I got the first installment of your cash?" "You'll run Huntian back to his place later this afternoon, of course?" "I imagin e s o Bart admitted. "You remember the s tretch of road through deep woods, just past the old sawmill about three miles from here?" "Yes; of course." "Take that road back." "What if Mr. Huntman gives other orders?" "He won't, if he's headed home. He'll be thinking of other matters." "You seem to know a good deal about Runtman's busi ness," s uggested our h ero. This the strange r dodged, but went on: "In that deep woods you'll come to a place where'll be a big piece of white paper lying at either side of the road. Understand?" "So far, yes." "Ju st as you spot that paper, slow down-with a jolt. Understand?" "Yes." "Say somet hing is wrong with the machinery, and get out to look." The strange r, now looking at the gearing underneath the car, paused in hi s low-spoken remarks. "Well?" demanded Ba.rt, eagerly. "You won't be suspecte d on any hand in wh11-t happens. But in the excitement the re st of the money will be slipped to you on the quiet. You'll get it. You can trust me. You see how I am trusting you-with that big down in advance." There was silence, as the stranger straightened up, looking Bart craftily in the eyes. "Well, kid?" he demanded, impatiently, at last. "I'm thinking," Bart returned, craftily. "About what?" "You say that, when I slow up, things will happen, but that I won't be suspected." "Oh, that's right," nodded the other, carelessly. "But, if you have preparations on hand for things to happen, don' t you s uppose H untman will drop to my part?" "Yes, he may," nodded the st ranger. "But what of it? You' ll have ten thousand of your own, and Huntmtn can't prove anything. You're safe whil e there's no proof." "I-guess-) see," Bart pondered slowly. "We ll that' s the whole trick. Are you mine, or are you too slow?" "It looks ri s ky," Bart objected, thoughtfully. "I can't afford to get behind the bars." "You won't; you can't l"


. SMASHING THE AUTO RECORD. "Besides," tantalized the young chauffeu r, "of course, I ain't any fool. When you're throwing money around in this fashion, I've got sense enough to know that some big game afloat Don't you suppose Huntman would pay me more for putting him wise to the trick? "He'd thi nk you crazy, and fire you!" l eered the other. "He might not "S'3e here," came the swift, ugly warning, "don't you try to plny r oots with us. It won't work! You've taken the first of our money-you're ours! You play double with us, and you' ll not only lose the re s t of the cas h, but you'll turn out a dead one, as well. Sec this?" The stranger threw back one lapel of his coat, display-' ing, at the top of an inside pocket, the butt of a very busi nesslike-looking revolver. "Hol d on!" quivered Bart, s tarting back. "Don't show that sort of thing. I don't like 'em He was trembling now from h e ad to foot. It was a splendid bit of acting, for Bart Wfl.S revolving a scheme in his own surging brain that not a dozen revolvers could have scared him out of. "Oh, I'm not threatening you," went on the st ra nger, glib ly, "beca use you'll not go back on us. If you did-if you I,( lnore. Then he climbed into the tonneau. Bart, not seeming to watch, was looking covertly. As he had expected, Mr. Huntman espied the paper and took it, without liftin g it into view. Then hi s compa nion climbed in. ''Run up to the porch, Wilson," ordered Huntman, coolly, but agai n added: "Bully boy!" "He under stands, and h as his own pla.n," thrilled Bart. "I wonder what it is?" Thi s as he made a tlashin g approach to the porch. Hunfman leaned out, looking direct at the older man of the pair. "" "Mr. Creston, I wish you and Dalby would t ake a)ittle spin with me down to the village. We'll stop at the hotel and have a little chat." "I'm afraid we must get back to town," replied the older man, stiffly. "I know you're dis appoint ed, Mr. Creston, but we may come to some more pleasant arrangement." "Not much hope of that," retorted the old man. "On the contrary, I think there i s some slight hope. Come, anyway, for it' ll be our last chance at r eac hing an other c onclu sion, you know." Creston hesitated, looking at Dalby. Then the pair-enemies of Mr Hm1tma.n, as BarUknew by instinct-stepped clown the porch to whisper together. "How's that tire going to run, Wilson?" asked the man of millions, l eaning forward over the sea t. "I can't t e ll, sir," Bart replied, feeling sure that this talk was intended only to hide something else. "Well, do the best you can with it," urged Huntman, and learied back again. But Bart had caught sight of a white card that had dropped to the seat beside him.


SMASHING THE AUTO RECORD. 11 Carelessly our hero closed his fingers upon the card, then brought it over his knee. These were the words that stared up at him : "When my and I leave this car, don't give the other fellows a chance to get out. Drive like the dickens with them, anywhere, for two hours, but don't let them have a chance to get down. Drop that cab behind us." "Come, now, Mr Creston!" urged Mr. Huntman. "The day is getting short. Of course, you'll come along with us tq the hotel. It'll be to your advantage." Well, then," Creston answered, as he and Dalby turned. "But only for a few min,utes." "Get in front, Forman," advised Mr. Huntman to his own friend, who climbed over to the seat beside Bart. The carriage in which Creston and Dalby had reached Dean s was waiting close by. "Drive to the hotel and wait," called Dalby to the driver. "Now, then,," uttered Mr. Creston, "we're quite at your service." "To the hotel, Wilson," ordered Huntman As he the forward lever over, Bart Wilson knew that be was playing it blind in big game. CHAPTER V. THE RUNAWAY CHAUFFEUR. Honk Whirr The big car shot forward at as great speed as it was safe to run down the village street. The cab and Creston's hired carriage had already been left far to the rear. "To the hotel, Wilson!" Huntman called again. There was something in his voice which told our hero that it was at the hotel that the trick was to be played. Bart made a swift approach, then slowe-d down quickly, stopping the car just before the hotel entrance. was out in a jiffy. Forman leaped from the front seat at the same time. For just a second Wilson let go of the steering wheel to snat c h up a card that Forman had left behind him on the seat. In that instant the car veered, all but colliding with a two-horse truck that was traveling in the opposite direction. "Look out!'' shrieked Mr. Creston. "You'll smash us up!" "Try not to," gritted Bart. Dalby had risen, gripping at the seat-back, and peering over at the boy, the levers, and as much of the machinery as was visible. But Bart, with the perspiration streaming down his face, and a worried look in his eyes,. was acting the part splendidly. Moreover, the cords in the boy's neck stood out like whipcords-a trick that he was working by tensing his muscles. "What on earthis it?" called. Dalby. "Wish I knew. Something in the machinery. I can't get the lever back to the stop." They had shot out of the village now-out on a country road. Bart wished to glance at the card, but Dalby, standing behj,nd him, interfered. Bart espied a hump in the road just ahe ad. He gave the wheel a turn, steered so as to strike the hump at the worst angle. Bump! Badly jolted, at that high speed; Dalby tumbled backward into his seat Bart"snatched a second to glance ai the card. He saw these words, in Huntman's writing: "Smash the machine, if you have to. Don't hurt any body." "I've got my orders," gritted Bart. "Glory! What fun a trip of this kind is!" Dalby was hanging to the back of his seat again. "Jerk that lever back hard," he ordered. Bart leaned back to shout : "If I do, I may break something." "Break it, then, but stop!" "If I make a bad smash in the engine, at this speed, "Let me help you down, Creston," begged Mr. Huntman, in a tone that Bart unde::stood. we'll all be killed." 'The white-haired old man had just started to rise, "Nonsense!" when--"Know anything about automobiles?" Jerk! That sudden jolt pitched the old man back into ";I'fot much," Dalby admitted. his seat Bart gave an inward sigh of relief. Whirr! The big car was traveling off down the street "Wait until we get to a level road," bawled Dalby in the at the biggest speed of'which it was capable. boy's ear "Then I'll climb over and see if I can help "Stop her!" roared Dalby, rising and sta nding close to you." Bart's back. "Don't you do it." "Trying to, sir," the boy replied. "Yes, I will!" He made a great show of trying to pull the lever back. "If you do," quivered Bart, "I'll take my chance on "What's wrong?" roared Dalby. jumping and leave you two to manage for yourselves." "Don't know yet-trying to find out." "You wouldn't dare jump "Stop the machine!" "I'd sooner jump, and take my chances, than have any "Can't!" amateur help oyer here at a time like this." "Why not?" "Do you mean it?" "Don't know what's got into the machine." "If you try to get over," warned Bart, as solemnly as if


12 SMASHING THE AUTO RECORD. he were speaking the truth, "you'll see me jumping in the same second." "But you don't seem to know bow to manage your ma chine." "Yes, I do. But someth ing has slipped down and clogged the lever action. I can't get at it until the machine stops." "But wi11 she ever stop?" "When the gasoline runs out." "I hadn't thought of that." Dalby dropped back with care, talking into 'Mr. Creston's ear. They were spurting along a road between open meadows now-at least eight J!1iles from the hotel. Bart had plainly given up hope of doing anything with the lever. He was steering only, honking the horn and doing his best work at dearing vehicles, dogs, chickens and the few foot-passers whom they met on these country roads. "Boy," called Dalby, hanging to the back of the seat again, and leaning over, "Mr. Creston is sure that this is some kidnapping scheme." "Where's the kid?" Bart retorted, unconcernedly. "You're running away with us 01\ purpose." "If that was all, it'd be easy," snapped Batt. "If you don't stop this machine at once you'll get yeur self into more thouble than any one boy can endure.'.' "I'm liable to be killed before this trip stops-so are you, too," our hero grated. "You'd be killed right now, if I had anything to do the deed with," roared Dalby. "And then you'd run smash into a church or a town hall!" taunted Bart. "You'll pay the full penalty for this crime, young man. Stop the machine. Do you realize that Mr. Creston is one of the richest men in the United States? Do you realize how much he can do to punish you for this outrage?" "I wish you'd shut up and let me keep my attention on this runaway machine," Bart retorted. "If you don't, we'll run into something-sure!" Out of the corner of his eye, as he half turned toward Dalby, Bart caught sight of a furniture van lumbering along the road just ahead. Dalby saw it, too. "Look out!" he yelled. Bart turned quickly, almost upon the van. \Vl1izz-zz The big car shaved by within two inches of the van. It had taken a steady band on the steering gear to make such a close shave. "You see what'll happen if you don't stop talking," Bart warned. "I know what'll happen when we get on our feet again!" blazed Dalby. "Shut up and sit down!" "See here, boy, we know this is all a plot, as well as you do Get this machine around, under control, and we'll pay you twenty thousand dollars for prompt, right service!" l\f011cy was fo the air to-day! Bart could not help quivering at the thought of what would be a forfone to him. "I'd like to stop-would in a minute, if I could-but a million wouldn t stop this engine now-couldn't!" "Run back to the village you took us from, then," urged Dalby, unbelievingly. "Run around and around there until the engine uses up the gasoline." Bart saw the scheme-to have him put the car through such llround of swift trips through one village that the police would force him to stop. Already they had whizzed through three villages without any letting up of speed. And now they entered a fourth. In the middle of the main street stood four cers, judging by the stars on their coats-all waving their arms in signal to stop "Creston's folks or some one has telephoned ahead to stop us," faltered Bart, inwardly. But he would die sooner than be trapped. Honk honk honk The horn blared loudly as the car dashed onward without lowering its speed. The officers in the middle of the road stood there j_ust as long as they dared to, then jumped frantically i;o either 8ide of the road. "Stop-in the-name of the-law!" was blown to our hero's ears as tlje car dashed wildly onward. "Shooting at the tires," flamed Bart. "Jupiter! If some of these hayseed cops put a couple of boles in a tire they will have us!" "You see what trouble you're going to get intv with the law!" warned Dalby, over the back of the seat. "Shut up Out of this last village, Bart espied a road at the left that led up into the hills. It was a soft, uneven road, but it seemed to lead away from anywhere. That was the kind of a road the young chauffeur wanted just now. He turned into it, sped up the slope, went over the hill, found a road back. A dozen times he circled this hill over the long, round about road. Dalby tried to object, but again was silenced by a con temptuous: "Shut up I'm running this machine-trying to save our lives!" But at last the running of the engine told our hero that the gasoline was beginning to give out. The car was running slower, though still at a good clip. Then, at last, came such a perceptible slowing tha.t Dalby rose to aemand: "Gasoline giving out?" "Yes-thank goodness!" came the boy's hearty response. His joy seemed almost too great to be a sham Slower ana slower went the car. Dalby was now for jumping, a thing that could be safely done, but Mr. Creston objected. At last they were moving so slowly tha_t Bart, turning off the road, ran in between two trees in the woods. There the car wedged and stopped


SMASHING THE AUTO RECORD. 13 Like a flash Bart was down on the ground. He offered a hand to help Mr. Creston out, but Dalby waved him angrily aside . "Gentlemen," uttered Bart, sorrowfully, "I can't tell you how sorry I am over this accident." "D<; m't try to," flared Dalby. "This is all a confounded outrage-a crime! You 1s hall pay for it in all bitterness!" Old Mr. Creston said nothing, but his pallid lips were pressed together in a way that made Bart feel how great was the old capitalist's rage. "What do I care, though?" quivered Bart, inwardly. 1 These men may make some trouble, but Huntman has a little money, too. I've followed out his orders." "I suppose we've got to walk several miles to some where," remarked Mr. Creston, as he looked about him. "After I've thrashed this scoundrelly boy!" raged Dalby, suddenly. He made a leap at Bart, who, taken by surprise, dodged only ju st in time. Then, retreating to the car, Bart snatched up an ugly looking wrench. "Keep bac\ !"he warned. "Don't try to tackle me. I'm no punching-bag or a putty boy!" Dalby!" cried Mr. Creston, shrilly. "Leave him alone. We don't want to get info the toils of assas sins in this lonely spot. Come with me at once !" The old man was trembling as he turned to move away to the Toad. Dalby wheeled, as if to hear was to obey. He gave his arm to the old man and together they disappeared tdown the road. his employer, who seemed s uddenly to have become almost a friend. "I think it very likely that you'll be able to keep that money, too. The people who really own it are not likely to call for it. Wilson, I want to do something to prove my gratitude to you. I shall ihink it over well." "I can help you on your thinking, Mr. Huntman." "Well?" "Make me your first-push-I mean, first chauffeur." "But do you realize, Wilson, that my first chauffeur will have to run a thirty-thousand-dollar French racing ma chine-the one with which I hope to smash the world's auto record." "Realize it?" repeated Bart. "Of course I do. That's why I want the job P' "I'm sorry, my boy, but you jlon't realize what it means. In the first place, the great value of the b'est racing mobile in the world. The n the probability that ypu couldn't get the speed out of it that an old and nervy chauffeur could-a real racing man. And you'd probably kill your self in the machine. It's no toy-but a man's machine." "Then I'm sorry, sir, but I shall have to find a new place." "What's that?" "I wouldn't stay here, Mr. Huntman," cried the boy, earnestly, "if I had to see some stra nger come in and run that machine." "See here," agreed Huntman, quickly, "you shall have your try at it. If you fail--" "But I won't! I wouldn't know how to!" cried the boy, treading on air in one delightful second. "And there's one more favor I want to ask." But B art did not trust to appearances that they were gone. He climbed a tree, close to the road, shielding him self behind the branches. Thus he watched until they were a quarter of a mile away. "Another? What?" "Let me have Dingley Batson for second chauffeur." "Why do you ask this?" "Because poor old Ding is my friend, and he hasn't got sand enough to get anything for himself." Then, quickly sliding to the ground, he looked a t the auto with in his eyes. "It seems a shame to do such a thing to an old friend, but I've got to," he muttered. He got busy for two or three minutes. Then, ashamed to look at his work, he darted for the road, nor did he once look back. He .had disabled, practically ruined the machine. The great, s}:leedy car would never be worth much again. But there was now, in the disabled machinery under the car, evidence enough to make it seem that, through an acci dent to the gear, the auto had really gotten beyond his control on that "runaway" trip. "I hope it'll be the la s t grand old auto I'll ever have to spoil," he brokenly as he trudged along on his quest for the nearest railway station. It was lat e that night when Bart g ot home-without the machine of comse. 1 Mr. Huntman and Forman were there ahead of him. To hi s employer Bart narrated all that had happened i::kowed his large roll of bribe money. "I'll put that money in my safe for you, Wilson," smiled "But will he be any good as a c hauffeur?" "I'll make him 0. K. or break his back/' Bart promised, readily. "Very good, then; we'll let your friend have his trial, anyway. And now you must have about all you want to night?" "Everything I can think of, sir." Bart started to leavetthe roo:r, but Mr. Huntman stopp c L l him. "Wilson, have you any idea what to-dafs work meant for me?" "I heard you and Mr. Forman talking about it meaning a profit 0 two million dollars." "Two million?" smiled Mr. Huntman. "Yes; that was all Forman saw in it. He's one of my managers. Wilson, I think to-day's work will make me an even richer man than Creston. I control some enormously valuable coal fields. Creston controls the railroad that carries the coal to mar, ket. But there' s a canal that reaches the sea. I've been buying up the stock of that canal. So has Creston. Dean got a block of canal stoc k Creston and I both needed. We_ both made a rush for Dean to-day Neither dared trust


SMASHING THE AUTO RECORD. to telegraphing ahead. Creston came from New York. You got me there first in the automobile. I had bought the stock that gave me contro l of the canal by the time that Creston arrived. W i lson there was a plot to hold me up on the way hom e to-day and get away that certificate of th e sale of canal s tock. Then Dean could have sold it to Creston at a much high e r figure-and I'd have been mil lion s o n million s out." Th at was what I helped spoil?" demanded Bart. was the service you did me. But you must be on your guard now, Wilson. Creston has a bad crew doi:cg his Llirty work. The y' ll have yo-u marked for punishment,. but I'll try my best to protect you. And now, good-night! Rm ash the world's auto record-y ou'll have a chance toand you'll be a made young man!" CHAPTER VI. THE BOSS OF THE RACER. "He's no good, pronounced Din g, with an ai r o f being very sure of his ground. "I don't think much of Dunham myself," a dmitt e d B art. "But, then, I s u ppose I'm not a good judge." "Why not?" D ing wanted to know. "'Oh, I'm prejudiced, of It's a question of whether Dunham or myself is to run the ra cer in the races and, of course, I hate to think of any one but myseli doin g it." "If the boss would only get on to him and bounce him!" sighe d Ding, moodily. "I feel a s certain as can be that D unham doesn't want our machine to smash the reco-rd. He'll throw the race, I'm thinking." "He won't run the racer in the race," Bart declared, positively. "Why not?" "I'm going to beat him out in the speed tests." "You can't," objected Ding. "There you go with your everlasting 'c an't' again. My word is, 'I will.' "But you can't-you haven't. Why, Dunham has you :i good three t p five seconds behind in every test mile." "I know that," Bart admitted, ruefu lly. "I can't un d ers tand it, e ith er, but I will und erstand it b e fore I'm tlngh with the bus iness." "Dunham tells the boss it's b eca use you're only a boy, ancl not s trong e nou gh to run a racer "Bosh!" snapped Bart, but he was very thoughtful as he walked away. Tt was a month after the "nmawa. y episode. H l>ntman had brought his money war against Creston to a successfu l close, havin g beaten Creston to the tune of several million dollars in the g reat coal fields matteT. Ever since then the whole talk of this man of millions had been of '.l\Ien of great wealth, in their id l e moments, are s ure to have hobbies that talce up their whole thought for the time being Just at present Mr Huntman thought mor e of lowering the world's automobile r ecord than he di d of anything else. Perhaps his desire to win was l arge l y due to the fact that his enemy of o ld, Mr. Creston, had also a racing machine, from which he expected the greatest things. In three days more these two rac e r s and a third, owned by a man named Duval, were to be pitted together. The automobiling world felt that theworld's record waa to be l owered in this race, but opinions differed greatly as to which machine was to do the smashing Huntman had been true to his word. Ding had been raised to the grade of chauffeur, and was doing fairly well. Bart had had his promised chance to prove himself fitted for running the racer. At the same time, however, Mr. Huntman had taken the preca uti on of having a third cha uffeur on hand, a new man, named Dunham, who claimed and showed giea.t kill in handling racing machines. r "Give Dunham a good beat ing, my boy, and you s hall run the racer," said Mr. Huntman. "But if Dunh a m proves to be the better man, of course I can't r1s k the loss of a record." These were. busy auto times in the garage on the Huntman country place. Besides the three c hauffeurs, there were three helpers in the garage. A ll of these men s l ept there. In a special room by itself stood the great French racing machine. As Bart left Ding he step ped through into the room where the racer stood at rest. "W1.1y can't I get the best speed out of you?" Balt de manded, looking the auto over. "A thirty thousand-dollar machine, and I boss it so badly that I look like thirty cents !" Bart got clown upon his k nees, then finally lay out as he crawled under, examining every visible part of the machinery with the greatest care. For, in two hours, he was to run the French machine over to the track, two miles away He was to have anothe r chance to beat the performance of the stranger, Dunham. Suddenly he straighte n e d up, jus t as he had come out from under the machine. Th ere was a fami liar whistle outside-Dunham's. "What's that fellow coming in here for, when it's my next run?" flared the boy. He glanced a bout him. There was but one open, handy door-that of the room that Dunham s l ept in Really without t ak ing time to think, Bart darted into that room. But three weeks b e fore Huntman's new French racing machine had arrived. It was too late to get out again. The newcomer would, catch him.


SMASHING THE AUTO RECORD. 15 # Quivering, our hero looked about him. There was a I "Sand! Oil And Dunham monkeying with the oil closet that would do to hide in-if Dunham didn't happen feed just before I take the racer out! Oh, oh, oh!" to go to that .closet. Bart was up on his feet now, da ncing, raging, turning "I'll take a chance!" pale and red alternately. Into the closet Bart Wilson darted. "Easy enough!" _grimaced the boy, wrathily "Dunham Against the further wall hung a long automobile dustgets more speed out of the racer than I do. And he goes coat. to the machine before I take it out! Gets down at the oilBehind this the boy crouched. feed! Somebody supplying him with sand! And all the But Dunham, still whistling softly, had stopped near the while I'm wondering why I can't get more speed out of the racer. racer! Oh, I'll give Mr. Huntman a little idea of why Just now Bart became aware of some very fine holes, at I'm such a slow chauffeur!" about the level of his head, that had been drilled in the Then, as suddenly, Bart stopped. wall "No, I won't, either! Huntman will think l/m sore and Looking through them, Bart jumped. carrying lies. I won' t open my head. But, oh, something For the holes gave a view of the other room. is going to happen-happen quick Bart espied the new chauffeur sitting on the step of the great racer. Dunham held a note in his hand, at which he was looking and chuckling. "Funny, is it?" grimaced Bart, his rage rising as he peered at this follow who seemed lik e ly to cheat him out of runniJ:1g racer. Dunham rose, walked to the door and looked out, as if cautiously. r Then, a11. he came back, he thrust the note into one of his coat pockets. From another pocket the fellow drew out a small box and got down under the machine. "Oh! oh! oh!" gasped Bart, with three different kinds of thrills, as he gained an idea of what was going on. Dunham was doing something to the oil-feed o:f the en gine and gearing-of that much our hero was sure. Whatever it was, it was done in a couple o:f minutes. "So that's the way Dunham beats me?" quivered the boy. "He's been fixing the machine on me before my runs! Oh, you scoundrel!" Straightening up, Dunham came into his room. But Bart no longer dreaded discovery. He almost court ed it. Straight to the closet door came Dunham and hung up his coat. Bart quivered at white heat, expecting an instant row. Dunham, however, took down another coat, put it on and went away. A few seconds, and the :fellow was outside of the garage. "It's mighty mean to go through a :fellow's clothes," groaned Bart. "But I've got to." The box was gone :from the coat hanging there, but the note had been :forgotten Hiding it in his own pocket, Bart darted away. Not until he had reached his own room did he fish the note again into s ight. "Jericho!" gasped the ooy, as he what the sheet o:f paper contained: read. Fo ; this was "Call at the express office for a packa ge containing a new grade of sand that will mix with oil and defy detection." "J. V. D." CHAPTER VII. BART SPRINGS A MINE. "Now, hurry up, Ding! I'll get that racer in shape!" "There ain't hme. You can't," wailed Batson, hope / lessly. "There you go again Can't ain't the word. 'Must' is the only word left in the language! Come! Get a brace on!" Bart :fairly dragged his :friend out o:f the latter's room. Together they hurried into that part of the garage where the racing machine stood "Shut that door, Ding, and stand by it. Don't let a soul in." Bart took the precaution o:f making sure that there was no one in Dunham's room. The n down under the machine went our hero. There was a lot o:f work to do-oceans of it for Wilson would no longer trust to any part of the machine in proper shape. In the heat o:f that summer day he streamed with per spiration as he toiled. "What's doing?" asked Dunham, curiously, halting before the door, an hour later. "Bart's overhauling the machine," Ding answered, slowly. "So? Fll help him." ''.You can't!" proclaimed Ding. "Bart doesn't want any help." "Not even mine?" "No." "I'll go in and watch him, then.." "You can't!" Ding retorted, in a voice that was almost a declaration o:f war. "Oh, well, then," laughed the new chauffeur, "I'll go in my room and sit down." "You can't!" Ding insisted. "Eh? What do you mean you impudent whipper1 snapper?" demanded Dunham, roughly.


16 SMASHDW THE AUTO RECORD. From under the machine e merg e d Bart, hot, sweaty, grea sy-dirty "Dunham, you keep out of here for the present," roared the boy. "If you don't, I'll go to the boss and raise a hol l e r I'm going to .find out, if I can, why the racer always goes so much faster with you than it does with m e I want you tb keep away while I'm at work here. ]if you don t, I'll put it to the boss Now, will you skiddoo ?" "Oh, if you put it that way," laughed the new chauffeur. "I do," Bart in s isted. "I want to be left alone with this Fre nchman, and I'm going to be, even if I have to raise tro uble." "I'll go," agreed Dunham, ea.;ily. "And, while I'm sorry that you sho uld hint at anything, I wish you all success, boy, in making the racer go faster." With that Dunham turned and walked awa.y. "IIe doesn't think I know anything about the sand that mi\:es w ell with oil," g rimac e d Wilson, as h e put the finish ing tou c hes on hi s work. He had cleaned off all the oil, renewing it with some from his 011 n s upply. And now the word came that Mr. Huntman was rea .dy to h:wc the machine taken ove r to the track for trial. Ding wa8 to run another ma c hine, carrying the owner. "Will she run right now?" whispered Ding, anxiously. "Like a bird, I believe," glowed Bart. "Success to you, old fellow." After starting the engine, Bart felt like a general about to win a battl e as he climbed to his seat He ran the Frenchman s lowly out of the garage, turned into the roacl and passed Mr. Huntman, seated in another auto behind Ding. "How does she rU)'l to day Wilson?" called the man of -millions. "Like a charm, I think." "I hope you' ll do something to-day, Wilson." I believe I'm out for a killing to-day, sir." I hope so. See you at the track." Ding was away with hi s passenger. Bart, though at the lever of a much faster machine, did not try for spee d Jus t as a turf-horse mu s t not be put to the plow, so a wonderful racing machine i s not to be risked on ordinary r oads So Bart ran a t a bout seven miles an hour on the way to tll e track. The great gates were open, and Bart ran in s lowly. But once on the s mooth fine hard track, Bart let out the speed lever with which this French racer was equipped. Whizz-zz How good it felt to b e running this wonder fu 1 e ngin e "There's an ease about the running that I never had bef ore," Bart muttered to himself. "Jupiter! I under s tand it all now. Now, to let her out!" H e had the mile track to himself, though he noted with satisfaction that the re were many onlook e rs. Ove r there on the grand-stand sat Mr. Creston. Beside the old man w as Dalby. They had never attemptd to pro sec ute Bart for his kid napping fea t. Undoubtedly they had intended to, but it was well known that the Huntman auto, badly disabled, had been found just where Eart had left it. It had looked altogether too certain that no court would believe our h e ro guilty of any intent in the "runaway." B esi des, Mr. Huntman st ood behind the boy, prepared to s p e nd money for bi s defense. Bart still had the two thousand dollars, safe in his em ployer's keeping. "It was a game of millions then," Ba.rt reflected. "Now the fight is just a s hot to win the new auto record. Mr. C reston, I'm going to beat you once more I believe!" Duval, the owner of the third racing machine, was on another part of the grand-stand with a party of friends. There was a sprinkling of strange r s Huntman himself stood close to the jndge's sta nd. Be side him was Dunham, staring eagerly at Bart's perform ance. Now for a wbizz Feeling the racing machine behaving so well under him, Bart gradually let out the full speed. Three times around the track he went, then slowed up at a signal from his employer. "Now, get back there a way;" ordered Mr. Huntman, "and come past me on a trial mile. I'll hold the watch my self." Turning the long car, built only for. speed, Wilson ran back nearly half a mile. Honk! honk! With that hoarse warning he started. B efo re l).e had passed ove r a quarte r of a mile Bart had his charge going at tremendous speed. Our hero fairly held his breath as he made that mile. Again he passed his employer. The mile was done. Slowly turning, our hero rolled back. His employer's jubilant look told the news. "Something like, this time, Wilson was Mr. H untman's greeti ng. "You've got Dunham out for his laure ls now. You've beatep. his best mile by two and a fifth seconds." "I can do still better, sir," Bart declared. Dunham laughed di s agreeably. "Try it, Wilson," was Mr. Huntman's order A gain Bart made the mile. "Another three-fifth s of a second b etter!" was Hunt-man's g leeful "Dunham, where are you?" "I cin beat the boy's work declared the man, gruffiy. "Get down, Wil s on, and let him try." Bart wanted to object, but orders are ord e rs Bart ieaped to the ground, Dunham getting up in his place. Now our hero watched beside his employer. Dunham's fir s t mile was a second and a fifth behind Wil son's best mile. Second mile was an even second behind. "I guess you can't do it, Dunham," was Mr. Huntman's greeting. "Oh, yes, I will. There'll be another chance to-morrow," retorted Dunham, who felt now that his nerve was gone for


SMASHING THE AUTO RECORD. 1 7 this day, ancl that any further attempts might result in a still wol'sc ,;]10wing. "Shall I take the machine home, sir?" Bart opened his mouth Lo claim the honor of running the racer back to the garage. But Mr. Huntman sai d, simply: "Yes." And that sett led it! Scowling savagely, Dunham ran the racer off tl1e track. Ba.rt turned just in time to see a peculiar look that Dalby gave Dunham as the latter rolled slowl y by. with a. s udden tightening at the throat, Bart gaspingly clutched at the telltale pate in his pocket. ",T. V. D.-John V. Dalb y !" quavered the boy. "Why didn't I think of that before? Why, of course I see now Dalby has never forgiven me. He wants to hit me where he knows he can hit hardest. Creston wants to snatch the world's auto record away from n'Ir. Huntman. Dunham is sent here as their tool. Mr. John V Dalby, I'll find you out, for sure!" "Come along, Wilson," said Mr. Huntman, in his most friendly tone "I'm beginning to feel proud of you." Just as they passed the grand-stand they encountered Creston and Dalby coming down." Get a l'nove on, Creston," called M r. Huntman, jeer ingly. "Your men will have to brace if t!J.ey'r e to get a machine over the ground as fast as this youngste r did to-day." "The kid docs look a little self-important," laughed Dalby, disagreeably. "I've got a right to feel chesty," boasted Bart. jeered Dalby "Yes, sir; I'm going to smash the auto record." "You'll do nothing of the sort !" Dalby retorted, bluntly. "Dare to put that in writing?" c hallenged Bart, cheekily. D alby flu s hed. He, a man of great wealth, and a partner of Sydney Creston, to be talked to in this manner by a mere chauffeur "Don't put it in writing unles.s you' r e sure to win," jibed Bart. Dalby looked angrily at the boy. But there was in Bart's eyes s uch a look of utter, bragging confidence that Dalby could not l et the challenge pass. So, taking out a card-case and a pencil, Dalby wrote on :i bit of pasteboard: "Wil s on cannot and will not beat the world's auto rec ord. "J. V. D." Bart read, with an inward start. "Thank you," the boy, quietly. "I'll save this for ref e rence, sir." Creston and Huntman bad already started on ahead, as if the affair were beneath their notice. Flushing still more, Dalb y started after them, but Bart whispered: "Just a word with you Mr. Dalby!" "Well, boy?" demandeu the rich man, turning in annoyance. "I sha ll treasure the writing on this card." "Why?" "Because it exact ly matche s some othe r writing that I have." "Oth er writing?" "Yes; a short note, sig n ed by the same initials. The note says something about sand mixed with oil. Well, quite an interesting note, you know." Dalby 's flushed face paled in an instant. "What are you ta lking about, boy?" "As if you didn't know!" s neered Bart. "I don't." "It was kind of you to find Dunham and send him to Mr. Huntman It was clever of you to sup:pl y Dunh am with sand that he could put in the oil-feed to ruin my chances of running the racer in the great race!" A queer, deadly look fl.ashed in the eyes of Dalby. "Boy, you want to be carefu l about saying such things to me! You are doing it at great risk! What do you mean by s u ch suc h cheek?" "Oh, I've said about a ll I have to say," Bart returned, coolly. "You 've said too much "Perhaps it hasn't interested you a ny, though?" "Don't start the fiend in me!" snarled Dalby. 1 "Oh, I won't, then," agreed Bart. With an air of the utmost contempt, the youn g c hauffeur turned coolly on his heel, walking away from the partner of the great money king. "I hope I'll n ever be rich," quoth the boy to himself, 'if it will make such a scou ndrel of me." But he walked off in a jubilant of mind, for he had sett led past any doubt that Dalby, and probably Mr. Creston, were in a plot to defeat the Huntman ra

r 18 SMASHING THE AUTO RECORD. But jus t then he realized nothing-for he had fallen to the ground and lay there as if dead. CHAPTER VIII. BART HEARS THE HONK OF DESPAIR. There was a queer, throbbing ache in hi s heacl, a dull buzzing in his hears, when Bart next knew anything. At first he wasn't quite sure that he knew anything, wasn't altogether certain that he was Bart at all. It was all so queer, uncertain, vague l He felt as if he had just come out of a long illness, and half-wondered what that illness was. Then came the swift realization that he had met with some sort of disaster. He wondered what that disaster had been. Did it have any connection with the racer? But the bare thought of that wonderful racing auto brought him fully to himself, and with a violent start. He opened his eyes. He was lying on a cot in a meanly furni s hed room. It looked like the loft of a stable. "I don't care about wasting time here,'' muttered the boy. He tried to rise, but found that he couldn't-and for the very simple reason that he was tied to the cot. "Gracious I" That one explosive word conveyed a world of mefoing. More than that, it brought another human being jumping to his side. "Hello!" hailed Bart, and started at the recognition. "Know me, do you?" snapped the other. "Yes. You're the goat who tossed me good money on the promise that I'd sell out one of my best friends." "You'll be sorry, soon, that you didn't." "What am I doing here?" queried the bewildered Bart. "Paying up," the other retorted, drily. "Oh!" That was all Bart said. There didn't seem to be any use in talking further, so he closed his eyes. "Going to sleep?" jeered the other. "Might as well," Bart responded. "It isn't one of the worst ways of killing time." "Sleep tight, then. You were doped all day yesterday. r suppose you haven't got all the drug out of your system yet." Ba.rt didn't answer. He was thinking, wondering, puz zling about that great race. "Doped all day yesterday? Lying here for twenty-four hours or more, drugged and stupid. "Then this must be the day of the race l" Bart shivered at the very thought. That ra .ce, without him running the great Huntman record-smasher, would mean about the same thing as the end of the world. But Bart knew that he couldn t get away from this cot. Nor would it do any good to talk with this acquaintance of another day, who would be sure to tell the boy nothing that he r eally wanted to know. There came a knock from some other part of the room behind Bart. Our hero had an impres sion tha.t some one was being admitted. Th e n he heard another step on the floor. "The kid's himself again," announced the fellow with whom our hero had just been talking. "Yes?" came the almost whispe red query. The new step was beside the cot now. B art opened hi s eyes in st antly. John Dalby stood beside the cot, looking intently down at the boy. "You've been something of a fool, Wilson," was the rich man's greeti.ilg. "I guess I have," Bart admitted, readily. "I ought to have gone to Mr. Huntman at once." "But you didn't?" lau ghed Dalby, hi s eyes lighting up. "You'll pay the penalty, too. H untman is down and t hrough with you. H e believes you have been paid to s kip -that you sold him out." "He'll know differently some da. y," Bart declared, bluntly. "He'll have only your word that you didn't leave him in the lurch," sneered Dalby. "And Dunham won't win the race for him." "Of course he won't," Bart flared, promptly. "He can't, for he won't run the racer. That's to be my job." ,"You' d better be up and doing, then,"leered John Dalby. The racing begins in about an hour and a half." "What do you say?" Bart fairly screamed, fighting fran tically against the cords that bound him. He tried to snap his bonds by sheer st r e ngth. The race without him at the speed lever? It couldn't be! It was a monstrous thought! "Lie still and easy," taunt e d Dalby. "You were brought here so that you'd be safely out of the way. It's Dunham's day at the lever. H e's putting the last touches on the ma chine now. H e won't win, either! Huntman isn't saying many nice things about you at this mome nt. In a few hour s perhaps, we'll let you go. Then you can expla;n to your employer, who'll be good and sore, anyway, over losing the chance to make the world's auto r ecor d." "Ain't you afraid of the law?" Bart asked. "What la.w ?" Dalby demanded, innocently. "The law of the land," criecl the boy, angrily. "Oh! Did you have any r espect for that law when you kidnapped Mr. Creston and myself in that automobile?" Bart flus h ed, but he retorted: "That was an accident." "You lie boy, and you know it." "You never had me arrested," Bart argued. "Because you were smart enough to smash the auto-at Huntman's orders-and we couldn't prove anything . It will be the same in this case. You can't prove anything, boy. When you get loose, if you dar e to breathe a word about me, you'll find yourself arre sted for libeling me.


SMASHING THE AUTO RECORD. 19 find out that the r e i s a law to prevent a homeless' And at l ast g lor y brat from say ing libelou s thi n gs about a rich and respectfoot came loose! He s u cceeded The n the other abl e man." Gasping inwardly, Bart Wilson managed, noiselessly, to "Respjctable snee red Bar t, hotl y "Oh, yes, you're resit up. spectab l e You're rich because Creston finds that it pay s The man in the other room stirred. Bart' s heart seemed to hav e you do the dirty work that afraid to do himto come up into hi s mouth. self. And you think you 're r espectab l e because you've got Oh, for just one minute-thirty seconds, even-undis-a lot of money. Th e r e are better men t h a n you in prison!" turbed "We won't argue," replied Dalby, with a smil e "I cam e He waited li ste ned, trembling in every muscle of hi s her e to say t h a t you were safe while th e rac e goes ori. body. You r e safe enough, s o I don t tak e an y further \nterest in But the re was no sound. you. R emem b e r about not talking about me when you get On tip-toe, Bart rose and made stealthily toward the out, or you' ll find yourself in jail." door. The door closed behi nd Dalby. Bart's captor looke u at It was locked. His hand s were securely bound-but in "Great man that!" In an agony of suspense, Bart Wilson tried to turn the "Great?" s neer e d Wilson. "What make s him great?" k ey. "He knows how to ge t hi s own way." It creaked a s it moved. "Humph!" Then Bart pray ed-prayed in the agony of hi s soul for Bart closed hi s eyes, as if, cowed by fate, he preferre d to a Help greater than a ny of his o,wn. s leep th e time away Over went the key, the bolt was s hot. If only there But h e was quickly roused from his prete n se. would be no inte rruption! Honk honk Bart got the door open. "What's that? .An auto?" he cried. Still cautiou s ly, h e tip-to e d down the stairs. "Oh, yes," respond e d hi s captor. "The machines ar e There was anot h e r door befor e him. arrivin g for the ra ces." H e got it open-s tepped into the sunlight-ran! How "Then we' re near the track ? he ran! "So near that we can loo k out on the track from the windows in the ne x t room." Then Bart knew where he was, without further ques tioning. He remembered the big old s t able overloo kin g the track. "Ob, if I could only get out of h e r e he moaned, inwardly, in hi s des pair. Honk honk Too-oat! The r e was a racer, or he knew notl 1 in g about automobi les. The sound clrove him to des pair, frenzy. Yet Bart closed hi s eyes once more, as if to s leep. For Bart Wilson, desperate, was also "foxy.'1 With an eye jus t bar e l y opened the bDy saw that bi s cap tor was not l ooking hi s way Bart t r ied, cautio u s l y, to free his feet They were n ot so secure l y tie d Honk honk "I'll have a look at the thing," muttered the jail e r, after a, look at the boy. He steppe d through into the next room, thoug h h e l eft the door open. Honk honk The cars were going by swiftly, merrily now. It was now or n e ver Steeling every muscle, Bart yet h elcl hi s br ea th. H e mus t make the s upr e m e e ffort yet he mu st not mak e the clig htest s ound to g ive the alarm. For an in stant he tried to part hi s feet so as to sna p the cords there. Th at would not work. The cords were rathe r loose. How he tried to wriggle one foot free From up in the air came a r:,hout of r age that ca. nnot be describ ed. Ba 'rt kn e w that it came from hi s ex-jai l er, 'Yho had seen the fly in g fugitive. Bart ra n faster than ever. H e was close, now, to the hi g h wooden fence that ran around the race-c ourse On the other s id e Bart could hear the honking of horns, the c hu gging of machinery, that h e knew s o well. But a s yet there was not another human in sight. It was at least a third of a mile a round to the gate where there would be s omething of a crowd. No one e lse in sight? Yes, th e r e was one other. Bart rea lized that as h e s h ot a g lance of terror over one s houlder. For hi s la te capto r recovering hi s wits, h a d l ea ped through a window and was in the hotte s t kind of pursuit. Gracious! If I s hould fall and trip now!" gasped Bart. The th o u ght made him doubly cautious, even though he to increase hi s speed "Ah! The re 's the gate-the crowd!" thrilled the boy, .as a b e nd in the fence reveal e d the goal toward which h e was rus hin g "Hooray !" For ju st a second he g l a nced back. His pur s uer, swear in g hard, had g iven up the chase at sight of the people around the gate. Into that crowd rus hed Bart, breathless "Have they run the great recor d race yet?" he asked, quiv e rin g l y "Let m e through, please!" h e aclcled, des p e rat e l y "I'm Mr. Huntnrn11's chauffeur in the great race! L e t m e through "What has happened, kid? H e re, let me cut that rope on your wrists." 1


20 SMASHING THE AUTO RECORD. It was a well meant offer 0 help, but Bart pressed hi s way t hrou gh the crowd, without answering. "Here, wait until I cut that cord," advised a 'constable at the gate, who knew our hero. "Don't you dare!" quivered the boy. I want this goods to s how!" The y stood back and l et him through. Honk honk Before an audience of nearly ten thousand people, Dun ham was, at that moment, s howing off the speed 0 the great Huntman racer. In the midst 0 a little group 0 friends, just in side the rail, near the judge's i:.tand, stood Huntman. Cheers and hand-clapping answered as Dunham, now on the far side 0 the track, put on the best s peed. But it made Bart frantic. "The traitor!" he yelled, as he darted across the track. People saw the flying, disheveled boy, with hi s hands tied before him, a s he darted across the track, st raight up to Mr. Huntman. They called, s houted, questioned but youhg Wilson bare l y heard them. Ducking under the rail, our h ero stood, breathless, before hi s employer. "You-Wilson?" gasped Mr. Hunbnan "What docs thi s mean?" demanded one 0 Huntma.n's friends. "What does it mean?" insisted the man 0 millions. "Speak, can1t you, you crooked little idiot?" "I' ll talk -as soon as-I get my breath," he replied. Now Ding Batson hurried up to the g roup. Batson was s ilent, so far as speech went, but h e talked with all the power 0 hi s eyes as he rested one hand on his chum's s houlder. Slowing up once more, Dunham came by on the Huntman racer. He could not help notin g the excite m ent in the litt1e group Then his gaze ell upon Bart, who returned that look with one of hate. "Pull that traitor off the racer!" gasped Bart, pointing with hi s bound hands. Dunham paled, fumbled at the wheel, and all but ran the racer into the railing before he recovered hi s presence of mind enough to put on speed and dart by. "Traitor, eh?" quivered Mr. Huntman. "Dunham is at l east man enough to stick to his job. He' s no faki r rushing in in thi s theatrical way at the last minute! Wilson you're as rotten as they mak e 'em!" CHAPTER IX. THE FIGHT Ol!' IIIS LIFE. But Bart Wilson was not ca:-;t clown. An ordinary bo.v ll'ouli! have been. Bart was made of better s tuff, stronger fighting stuff. "You owe m e an apology, Mr. Huntman," r eturned young Wilson. "You'll make it, too, later on. But I don't want it now. I want a word with you in private-that's all !" "Oh, stop this rot!" retorted the man of millions, impatiently. But Bart faced his emp l oyer with unflinching eyes. "Mr. Huntman, tell me something,'1 he quivered, "a.nd answer me straight on your soul!" "Well?" "Did I ever fail you before? Did I ever fake you?" "Noo-o. At l east I never caught you at it." '"For s hame, sir!" blazed Bart, righteou sly angry "All I ask 0 you now, sir, is the favor 0 a word in private." Huntman hesitated, plainly angry and suspicious "Do I get it?" Bart demanded. "Oh, what 's the use?" Then that's your sense 0 fairness? You refuse me a chance to show you that I'm not :the fakir you called me? Ding, get out your knie and cut this rope!" Batson quickly complied "Now, one last word with you, Mr. Huntman. You' r e set on winning this great contest of the racers, aren't you?" "You s hould know, Wilson, if any one, how anxious I am to win ancl to smas h the record." "Mr. Huntman, I never lied to you or played you false in any way. Do I get the priva.te word I hav e asked?"' Huntman he sitated, then answered, gruffly : "Come on, then!" Bart thrilled with triumph. He elt as i he had already won the fight. Huntman led the way out into the middle 0 the field. The ew people out there drew away, as if aware that their presence at close quarters was not needed. As he walked near his employer's siclc he looked out 0 the corners of his eyes at other groups. There was Creston, at the boy in wonderment Close to Creston was hi s li e utenant, Dalby, trying his hardest to look unconcerned. "Well?" hinted Huntman at last, halting. Bart was read y or the issue. "Mr. Huntman, you know as well as I do that it isn't in my make-up to do you, or any one, a dirty trick. I'm going to tell you the straight truth now!" With that Bart plunged into hi s whole story. He told it quickly, snappily, but every feature of the story was there. "And now, I hope, you under stand, Mr. Huntman, that with Dunham o? your racer you can't hope to win any thing. You won't win-can't win-unless you turn that m achine over to me. Do I run this race, or arc you going to let Crcston's paid tool sit at your speed lever?" "WilsbD," replied the man of millions, slowly, "I was never lcs H able to make up my mincl than now. I can re member only, though, that you've never before played tricks on me. But wha' t if you, instead 0 Dunham are in the pay cf the other crowd?" "'l'hen I guess you don't really care much about winning


SMASHING THE AUTO RECORD. the race?" Bart answered, sadly. "I want to win it for you I want the glory of running the fastest mile ever made in America!" Huntman gazed long a nd thoughtfully down into the boy'.s eyes. "I wish I could decide," he murmured. "Would you believe me if you saw that note in Dalby's writing?" flashed Bart. "I'd have to." "Do you know Dalby's writing?" "Yes." "Shall I go on?" demanded the boy. "Or are you satis ':fied, Mr. Huntman ?" "Satisfied?" demanded his employer. "When I see Dun ham again I shall have a mighty hard time keepi'ng my hands off of him!" Then followed the hard of cleaning every bit of oil off the machinery. This was followed by washing down the metals parts with alcohol, to make sure that not a trace of the old oil remained. Then came the re-oiling. It was :finished at last. Bart. "It's all right, then!" cried the boy, jubilantly. send Ding on the gallop for that note!" "I'll Wilson and his pet machine were ready for any test that could be proposed "Wilson, you needn't!" broke in the man of millions, jerkily. "I've decided! You're straight. You, and no one else, shall run my racer to-day!" CHAPTER X. "Now we'll win, Mr. Huntman !"he exclaimed, his eyes dancing. "I hope so," replied the man of millions, cautiously. "If I didn't believe it," quivered the boy, "I wouldn't have the nerve to run this glorious old machine out on the course. I've set my heart-my soul-staked my life on winning to-day. and on smashing all past five-mile records!" SM.ASHING. "The call has gone out for the pig racers!" announced "What! But she's a beauty!" gasped Ding Batson, ad-a voice outside the door. miringly. "And we're ready!" blazed enthusiastic Bart. "Oh, ain't "And has a winning chance now," added Bart Wilson. we ready, though!" "I hope so," replied Huntman, his voice slightly tremDing and the capitalist threw the doors back, just as ulous. cheers went up from the spectators. "At all events, sir, I made good on what I told you." For Creston's machine, and the third one in the great "You did, lad,'' admitted the man of millions : race, were already on the track. The Hu ntman racer now lay under cover, just off the Then Bart Wilson, with a honk that fairly screeched of track. triumph, threw his speed lever over a little and went tearDunham had been ordered down from the seat, without ing around the track. explanation. This was all show-work for the spectators. To Bart had fallen the task of driving the great prize The drivers of the racers, however, were testing their machine under cover. machines, to see that everything was in order and that the Huntman, Bart and Ding-they three, and no others-oil was running freely. had been present at the overhauling of the great machine. Huntman and Ding Batson dodged across the track, While they worked, the minor races of the day were being ducking under the rail. run; but these three were not interested in minor races. To Bart's employer came Dalby, stepping briskly. He First of all, Bart had taken out a liberal quantity of oil was followed, at a little distance, by Mr. Creston and a from the oil feed. small but curious crowd. The oil did not show :fine sand, if any was present. "Huntman," called Dalby, "are we to believe what we But Bart had worked enough with lubricating oil to see?'' know what to do. "How do I know?" smiled Huntman, with a pleasant Close at hand stood Ding, with the jar of hot water for face. which he had been sent. "Who is going to run your machine to-day?" "We'll soon know, Mr. Huntman, whether there's fine "My chauffeur." sand in this oil," Bart announced. "Then what's that boy doing up.on the seat?" Into the hot water in the glass jar went a quantity of "He's my chauffeur." oil taken from the oil feed. "That kid?" Naturally, the oil floated on the surface of the water. "Bart Wilson is my head chauffeur," replied Mr. Hunt"Now, watch!" Bart advised. man, easily. "He's the only boy in the State that I'd trust He stirred the oil and water together with a clean stick. to run my racer to-day.'' At first it broke the oil up a good deal. "But he's only a boy,'' broke in Mr. Creston, objectingly. Then our hero <;topped stirring. "That has nothing to do with it,'' Mr. Huntman re-Again the oil settled in a layer at the surface of the hot tarted, easily "He is the best chauffeur I can find for th e water. job." But to the bottom of the glass jar fell a layer of fine sand. "We object to his running the machine to-day," broke in More stir ring, and mor e sand fell. Dalby, coldly.


22 SMASHING THE AUTO RECORD. "I'm afraid your objection won't hold, Dalby. Wilson at good speed, yet keeping together, that the start might be is my choice." 1 fair. "Our objection w ill hold," retorted Mr Creston, angrily If the start did not prove to be fair,. the machines were I '' Huntman, do you think I'm going to be fool enough to to bf:> ordered back for a fresh start. r i s k my valuable racing machine on the track, when yours Every one of the three chauffeurs had his nerves at the is running wild unde r the guidance of that brat of a boy?" greatest tension "What are you going to do?" askecl Bart's employer, Men cou ld not last long under this te rrific str ain. smilingly. "Dmw out of the race?" It was to the best interest of each driver to make a fair "Draw out of the race?" blazed Creston, who was as set start. as 1ras Huntman on winning this greatest of races. "No, sir! If you ins ist on having that boy for a chauffeur, I'm going to protest to the judges.'' "Creston," retorted Bart's employer, sharp ly, "I've heard of other reason s why you object to that boy. If you want me to, I'll name the r easons that I mention I'll add that there is some proof about these reasons l\Ir. Huntman looked keenly at his enemy Creston waverecl for an instant, the n put on a bolder fron t "I don't want to hear any nonsense of any kind, Hunt rnan, \nit I s hall protest to the judges against allowing this brat of a boy to risk valuable machine s and human lives on the track to-day!" "Come right over to the judges now, then," retorted Huntrn an, starting to l ead the way. Still followed by the crowd, the pri nciples in thi s little scene r eached the judges. l\fr. Creston stated his objection to Bart Wilson. "I can only reply," returned Huntman, "that I have the There was an awed hush over the entire crowd Dunham, sore, smarting, sullen, had taken post just in, side the rail, at some distance from the starting line. If this traitor st ill harbored some design in his own mind, no one e lse sha red his plan with him. But Dunham was not, at this moment, omened by any one e lse. Every eye was turned toward the g r eat, throbbing racers "I wouldn't want many of these races in a year!" mut tered Bart, trying to stee l for this greatest ordeal in his life. Now h e became cold, steady, for the first signal had sound ed. Hands on lever and on steering wheel, Bart waited, fee l -. ,/ ing more t han numb, for the second s ignal. It came The Huntman racer moved to the fraction of a second. So did the other two machines. They moved on, with eve r increasing speed, yet kept their fronts in line. N care r the starting line, the ra cers let out a li t tle more utmost confidence in the ski ll of my c hauffeur, or I wouldn't th 1 f . . speed, as by agreement. m < o nskmg my machme and my chances of wrnnm" m I 1 1 If 1\I C t b' "' I Ti was hard, wearing, to have to run one 's own machine 11s s. 11 r. res on contrnues to o Ject, and the and to keep in such alignment with the other two racers jud ges sustain him, then I will l et the other two machines race After that race is over I sha ll insist upon the right of my machine to a test on a free track to see whether it can beat the time made by the winner of the other two racer<:.'' One by one the judges nodd ed. Creston's jaw dropped. "Ver y well, then," said the olc1 man, sulki l y "Let the race go on." It all happened quickly after that. The signd was given, the r acing machines rang e d up. H untman had won, on the draw, the choice of position. X'.ltnrally, Bart took the closest to the \ail, with Cre s ton s big, powerfu l swift machine n ext, the third r ncer on the outside. But they reached the starting line fairly. Row they were off \ s they passed the line, the three ponderous ma chi nes went ahead so fast and so instantaneously tha.t they seemed fairly to l eap away from the ground. In this in stant Bart Wilson well nigh forgot everything He was nearly as much of a t e nse, strained machine as was the engine that he controlled. He was there to win, was goin g to lose. That was all he r ealized Every movement that he made was R lmo st without con scious thought about it. He cared for nothing but the winning. Rather than lose, h e would have charged, unflinchingly, through a stone wall in the path. rrhe start to be mad e a quarter of a mile from the So intent was th e boy on winning that the r e was not even re a l starting line. j :i thrill as he found hi s mach ine drawing into the lead just Together, the ma chines were to move dcwn to the line l after the sta rt.


/ SMASHING THE AUTO RECORD. 23 Just as the machines crossed the lin e Dunham l ea ped over the rail-stood in the track, waving his arms. He meant to threaten to block the way, forcing the boy to run him down. By this bluff the traitor hoped to get on Bart 's nerveto m ake him slow up or swer v e And Bart saw this fellow-but paid no heed, gave him no thought. It was no time toflet nerves falter I Whizz -zz Slam The speed was terrific, nerve-racking, heart-tearing! A second dropped meant t h e race lost. Dunham having put himself in peril, must look out for hi mself! Young Wilson was gett ing the last spurt of speed out of hi s grand racer Yet Dunham seemed rooted there in the course of the Huntman racer. Bart was numb to feeling, but his hot blood leaped through a brain that throbbed for winning. The racer seemed but afraction of a second away from the man in its path. Plainly, Bart Wilson's was not to be s haken. Dunham somersaulted backward for hi s life! There he lay on the ground unharmed, but wildly mad, as Bart and hi s racer whizzed pa st "Oh, I'll settle with you: for this all!" roared Dunham, shaki n g his fist at the boy. But his voice could not be heard a]Jov.e the noise of the en gines. The machines were already far past the quaking, raging traitor. Four miles were covered in as many minutes, then came the final spur t A mile by a great a uto racer seems to l ast hardly longer than a prolonged flash from the heavens. Yet to Bart Wilson, put to the supremes t test of his n e rve, that l ast mile seemed to l ast for hours. Though he whizzed by railing posts so fast that he could not see them, yet, had he not been st ill in the lead, he would have thought that his grand racer was but creeping Once the Creston nose touched the rear of the Huntman race r with a shock that made Bart feel the jar. But Bart did not turn, did not alter his course by a hair 's breadth. In such a race all that happened to the rear of him must b e looked after by those at the rear. If the Creston machine fouled ; then that racer must be b:trred out. If Bart los t his life through another's recklessness--But this boy with a nerve never thought of that. In s uch a tremendously fast race a mix-up of the racing machines meant the instant death of all the chauffeurs who got t heir machines into the tangle. Had young Wilson thought at all about the matter in those dizzy seconds he would have said that he preferred being killed to losing the race on which he had set all his hopes. They were half through the last mile by now. Bart knew that he was st ill in the lead-how much ahead he could g uess. I Of course, there was a chance of losing the lead alto gether in the remaining half. But Bart r a n his powerful engine without rea.l thought of the others. It was as if he had the whole earth to himself for the moment. He thought of a bsolutely nothing but of watching his machine, anxiously alert, and determined to make every piece of the machinery do its fully best work, backed by brainy s t eeri ng. At the three-quarters-still in the lead !-how much I Then, amid the cheering, Bart drove home. He was st ill in the lead-how much? He didn't care-didn't care a h a ng. He had come in first. But had he lowered the world's auto record in the last swift dash? Slowing gradually, Bart ran around the track0once more Now, as he neared the judges' st and, our hero caught sight of Mr. Huntman's Those radiant features seemed to tell the story. "Wilson, you 've lowe red the world's five-mile record by two and a fifth seconds!" It was over, then-the st rain past! In the first few second s Ba.rt Wilson felt supremely happy. Then the reaction He became so limp that he felt hardly s trength enough to control the mighty machine that he had engineered on to victory "Steady, old fellow!" he gritte d He got a gri p on himself, turned slowly, cautiously now, and ran the racer back under cover. The engine slowed, Bart got weakly down from the plat form, attended to hi s engine, and then Huntmah, Ding and a score of others rushed into the shed to wrench his hand away. "Not too ha.rd/' the boy protested almost weakly. "That was a st rain."


24 THE AUTO RECORD. "Of course it was," bellowed Mr. Huntman. "But it was magnificently done. Back, all of you! Give the youngster some peace. Get out!" "Ding," whispered Bart, "you've got one of the other machines here somewhere, haven't you?" "Of course I have, Bart." Ding Batson listened to the whispered directions, then speedily faded from the scene. Bart heard his employer's congratulations calmly, almost indifferently. Now that the fearful ordeal was over, and triumph a c inch, it didn't seem to be such a big thing, after all. The trouble was that Bart Wilson, asleep for more than hrnnty-four hours under the influence of drugs,and aroused only by for one critical hour, was now dead to nearly everything-ready to collapse utterly. "You can leave the ma.chine now, my boy," spoke his employer, kindly. "Come out into the air." Huntman's arm supported Bart somewhat as they stepped outside. At a little distance stood Creston, with Dalby by his side. "Huntman, I'm waiting for you," called Mr. Creston, in his shrill, old voice . "Here, at your service, then," rejoined Bart's employer, and he ied our hero up to the pair. There were many curious ones about, but they fell back under the significant stare in Dalby's eyes. "Huntman," went on the aged capitalist, "a little while ago you made a remark that seems to call for explanation. You hinted at information that I wouldn't care to have others hear." "Yes," admitted Wilson's employer. "Are you willing to repeat that information now?" "Haven't seen it?" jeered Mr. Creston. "What do you mean, Huntman ?" "Why, Wilson has told me of the proof-that's all." "This brat again?" stormed Creston. "Oh, I don't suppose he' ll mind your calling him names, if you want to," laughed Huntman. "He has the satisfac tion of knowing that he left your racing outfit in $econd place to-day." "Boy, what proof of anything have you the impudence to claim?" shrilled Creston, turning and fixing his piercing, eagle-like old eyes upon our hero. But Ding ran up just now, thrusting something into Bart's hands. "Perhaps it doesn't amount to so much," replied Bart. "But, of course, Mr. CrestoL, you wanted to win the raee to-day." "What of that?" "It looks as if some one who shared your wish to win had sent Dunham to Mr. Huntman to be his chauffeur It must be that Dunham was to lose the race to your racer." "But the proof?" Creston almost screamed "Well, Dunham was ordered to mix a very fine sand with the oil that was to lubricate the Huntman racer." "The proof?" insisted Mr. Creston, stonily. "The proof," snapped Bart, "is to the effect that some one close to you ordered Dunham to mix that sand with the oil. Here is the proof, if you want ita note in Mr. Dalby's writing, ordering Dunham .to do the dirty trick." Bart held the piece of paper straight out. Dalby leaped forward, but Huntman, watching him, thrust the fellow back. Mr. Creston glanced at the paper, turned pale, then wheeled and flashed at Dalby a look full of utter contempt. "Quite." But in another moment the aged financier had recovered Dalby strove to hide the anxiety that shone in his own his presence of mind. eyes. Handing back the paper, he replied: "You spoke as if I had hidden reasons for not wanting "This is only a scrawl, Huntman, with initials at the this boy to run your racer." bottom. If you consider it proof of anything, you are wel"And in my heart I believe you had such reasons," spoke Mr. Huntman, firmly. The two enemies in the money world stared hard at each other. "You spoke of belief, then," sneered Creston, in his thin voice. "A little while ago you bragged loudly of proof." "I have some proof, I imagine," smiled Mr. Huntman. "Proof of anything wrong on my part?" demanded Mr. Creston, sha rply. "Not directly against you," Bart's employer admitted. "But it puts things up close to you. At least, I believe it does. I haven't seen the proof yet." come." Mr. Huntman, holding the note in one hand, pointed with the other at John Dalby. "Creston," he inquired, bitingly, as his gaze still roved over Dalby, "is that your pup-the cur that you keep to bite at people whom you are afraid to attack yourself? If so, permit me to say that Dalby is a mighty poor, mongrel of pup! A yellow dog, in fact!" Turning, Huntman led his own little party away. Within five minutes Creston found himself alone with the now silent, quaking Dalby. "John, you fool," quavered the old man, scornfully,


SMASHING THE AUTO RECORD. 25 "theie's nothing that you can for yourself, so don't I grinned Batson. "Every time that I've ever said you try to say anything. To send such an order in your own couldn't do a thing you've gone right ahead and done it." handwriting, signed by your own initials. Bah! I had "That's because I simply won't follow any such fool word a better opinion of your brains!" as 'can't,' you see," Bart laughed, good-naturedly. "But, "But I never thought that scrap of paper would turn now, Ding, come along. I need some clothes. So do you. up, Mr. Creston." "You're a fool, John Dalby. And I can't use foolsthey're too dangerous to me. John, you and I are through with each other!" "For heaven's sake, don't say that, sir!" pleaded the lieu tenant, tremulously. "I repeat. We are through with each other. John, you never need look to me for another service." "Don't say that, sir! Not jst now!" stammered Dalby. ''Mr. Creston, my whole fortune is tied up in copper stocks just now. You, alone, of my acquaintance, know how the copper market is to go. If you withdraw your support I shall go on the rocks-to the wreck and ruin of my fortune! Think of my family, too, sir! Don't cast me off now." "John," returned the old capitalist, coldly, "when I am once through with a man I am very much through with him. You have proved yourself a fool. I couldn't trust you after this. I am through with you!" CHAPTER XI. "THE PUP'' BITES IN EARNEST. We'll get 'em. We need some other things-a good time or two, for instance. We'll ha .ve them, too. You also ought to have a little bank account of your own. We'll attend to that at the same time." ''Hold on!" protested Ding. "I'm not going to use any of your money." "Then we're going to fight!" It ended by Bart having his own way in everything. What a glorious time they had during those few days! Creston and Dalby were no longer in sight. Both, in fact, had disappeared. But this fact, in the summer vacation season, excited no comment. "There's going to be a band concert in town to-night," said Bart, the of the third day, as the two boys loafed in the doorway of the garage on the Huntman place. "Going in ?'" Ding inquired. "It seems to me that we ought to dress up and give the girls a treat." the girls a treat?" queried the puzzled Batson. "Yes; give 'em the pleasure of looking at two handsome thaps like us." I It would be wrong to cheat the girls out of any such fun," Ding answered, gallantry. Things had quieted down again. Into the village they trudged. That is, as far as excitement went. But the end of the concert found Bart very wide awake. The great, record-smashing race was now three days past. "Let's take a good walk around, Ding," proposed Wilson. But Mr. Huntman had not been slow to prove his grati''.I'm not sleepy enough for bed yet. We'll take.a roundtude. Bart's wages had been raised as if with a derrick. Our hero was now one of the highest-paid chauffeurs in the United States-which means in the world. iii:ore than that, Bart had been presented with twentyfive hundred dollars outright. That, in addition to the two thousand of -bribe-:r:qoney, which it now seemed certain would remain in young Wil son's hands, made a very sound nest-egg. Huntman and hi? family had. gone away :for a few days. Bart and Ding, left behind, had but little to do in the way of work. "I'm not going to forget you, Ding, old fellow :dn my good luck," said Bart. "And I owe you something,. anyway. Not once on the day of the race did you say to me 'Yau can't.' "lt would have been all the same to you if I had said it,'' .abo{rt way home." "You're thinking of that black-haired girl," grinned Ding. "There were several girls in town to-night," yawned Bart. "But only one that you noticed. The girl that I saw you in the ice-cream restaurant with when I missed youthe girl and her mother." "I wonder which one that was?" mused Bart, pretending forgetfulness. "Her name is Jess Morton, ain't it?" jibed Ding. "Is it?" queriet;l.Bart, innocently. "Oh, well, if you don't want to talk about her you needn't," offered Ding. "But I haven't been asleep all the time. You've been seeing her often during the last s ix "Why, I wonder if I have?" cried Bart.


SMASHING THE AUTO RECORD. "Ask her, then," challenged Batson. "See how s h e'll fo lly, "is rather out of i11y That kind of an a n swer lik e your being in doubt." ought to come from somebod y better posted-an expert." "She's a g r eat gi rl, ain't she, Ding?" "Well, who's the expert?" "A peach," said Batson, in sta ntly. "Yes, she sure is. She s going to be a schoo l teacher, Ding." "That's what she tells you." "Ask Jess Morton!" The youngsters were seated on a stone wall, B art draw ing in the dirt with the toe of his boot and Ding chewing on a blade of g rass. "Well, she is." There was sil ence for a few moments, a silence which "How lon g will it take her to get to be a teacher?" asked Ding interrupted by observing: Ding, slowly. "About four years." "Then she' ll never be a teacher." "Won't liv e that long, you mean?" Bart, half-3mil ing. "Won't live sing l e that lon g," Ding declared, promptly. "So many fellows after her?" "I don't know how many fellows will try for her, Bart, but they might as well skiddoo right now." "Why?" "If they don't, you'll shoo them." "Then you think Jess will be Mrs. Wilson in less th an four years?" Ding Batson halted, looking queerly at his chum. "Bart, wha.t kind of game are you trying to pass me? Do you think I'm fool enough to believe that a fellow who can smas h the automob il e record of the world won't be smart enou g h to shoot th e courtship record full of holes?" Bv.rt lau ghed They had dri fted solid ly into talking about Jess now, which was Bart' s sol e object in proposing the lon g walk home. They had halted on a deserted road well out beyond tfe village. "Ding," suggested B a rt, "I'm in a bit of a guess." "Trot it out and let's have a look!" "When a fellow's got money enough to get married in style, and earn in g eno u g h more to keep one decently, how hng do you think he ought to wait before he marries?" "Ought to w ait until he finds t h e right girl," replied Ding. "And how much longer?" "vVhat's the of waiting any longer-after that?" demanding Ding, looking astonished. iHow old had a girl ought to be befor e she marries, Ding?') "How old is Jess Morton?" came the counter question. "Bart, you don't want any advice. You don't need any. You've got something you're just aching to tell me. What is it? Spi t it out!" What Bart might h ave answered must remain only guessed at, for below them sounded a loud honk-the tune that had become a part of their live s "Who runs a macl1ine up over thi s road?" asked Ding, g l ancing down at the approaching light s with a professional interest. "Must be a tourist," Bart replied. "Then he'll be sorry before h e gets to the end of this rough road," observed Din g B atso n. "It's the meane st roughest kind of road that--" The gla r e of the headlight was full in their faces now. .And ju st then the approaching touring car s topped with a decided jerk. Two men leaped out in a twinkling, h eading for the boys. "Dalby!" jolted Bart. "Dunham!'' fl.ashed Ding. There was time for no more words, for the two men had attacked them in rousing earnest. It was a swift, silent, hard, t e rrible fight. The boys handled themselves for all that was in them but they were up against men--older, bigger and more powerful. Ding was the first to go to the wall. Then Bart suc cumbed under Dalby, whom Huntman had contemptuously termed Creston's "pup." ., Click! click! Business-like enough these two a ssa il ants were. Beyond a doubt they had watched and followed the boys, and had come prepar ed, for now the wrists of each victim were locked in handcuffs Dalby roughly turned his prisoner over on his back. "Thought you'd seen the last of me, did you?" snarled "the pup." "Wilson, I've been lookin g for this c hance ever since I warned you to keep out of my way-to keep "Sixteen." your mouth shut You wouldn't. You've ruined me." "Then s i xtee n is just the right age!" "Ruined you?" demanded Bart "I thou gh t you wer e "How old had the fellow ought to be, when he's got the too rich and powerful a man for me to reach!" cash and his name on the right pay -r oll?" I "Old has dropped me," snar l e d D alby. "The "That, I guess," returned Ding, weighing his words care1 blow came at just the time when I had a big fortune in-


SMASHING THE AUTO RECORD. " '' ves ted in the s tock m a rk e t C reston dr o pped m e and Then Ding, turning too late, trie d t o escap e1 but Dun -turne d the m a rk e t ag a in s t me a s I kn e w h e woul d mined, and all through a homel e s s brat like y o u I'm h am s prang upon him and b or e him to the ground. "You' d have been all right if yot1 had l e ft m e a l o n e," Bart declar e d, c oolly. "You heard Huntman call me 'the pup ,' t aged Dal? Y Onc e more the handcuff s click e d and thi s time so hard lha t D i ng w o uld n o t again pull free. Dalb y's whis tle s ound e d imp e rativ e ly. Dunham came back triumphantly, c;arrying his prisoner "You laughed then. Now you re g oin g to find out what o n hi s s hould e r. sharp te eth th a t 'pup' has when it ge t s th e h yd roph obia." Y e r y p atie ntly Ding s ubmitted to being tied to the end Ri s in g Dalby dra g g e d Bart to the r ear of th e tourin g of t h e c ar. car. ''It won't be s u c h a mu c h of a ride," he obs erv e d, coolly "Give rne your help, Dunham,'' ord e r e d th e ruined s o coolly in fact that Bart took notic e scoundr e l. Dunham brought a rope One encl of this was knotte d over Bart's ankles. The oth e r end was mad e fa s t to th e s prin gs of th e touring c ar. B art lay on hi s b a ck, s il ent, but p a l e a nd s h ak in g now. He kn e w how "the pup" m eant to use its teeth. "Perhaps you think I'm sa1isfie d n ow," D a lby s narled "Jump in Dunh a m," D a lb y ord e r ed. "Give us a s tart. I'm c razy to hav.e thi s thing clone with D unham o n the sea t g ave the l e v e r a push forward K o thin g doi n g H e t ried ag ain, but w i th no b ette r lu ck. Then, with an oa th h e jum ped d own to the g r o und t o look at the engine. "That c o nfo und e d brat ha s di sable d the \Yorks !" he clown into his face. "But I'm no t If I could m ake you s n a rled. meet thi s fate t e n times ove r it wouldn't sat i sfy m y h a t e "Guilt y !" a d mitte d Ding, cheerfully, and Dalby swear of you, you br a t. W e' ll start up dra gg in g you b e hind o Y e r i n g, jump e d :fro m t h e car. this rou g h road. \Ye 'll crowd on all the s peed w e c an, un t il B elow, on the ro ad, came the rattle of wheels, the sound you're yank ed, jerk e d and on t hi s r oad-until o f a hor se's hoof s every bon e in y our body i s bro k en! A mil e from h e r e we'll cut you loose, s o pound e d out of s hap e that no one will know you. But it w on't sati sfy m y ha te Dalb y l e er e d a s h e e njo y ed B a r t's Y ery pla in hortor Then he turned to Dunham, s tandin g b y and ord e r ed: "Now, bring th e oth e r brat h e r e We'll ti e him on, too. Then for the deed!" CHAPTER XII. CONCL USION. H e lp! roar e d B a rt. "And help mighty quick!" "vYho s tha t ? call e d a voic e from below. "Burt Wilson in a pec k of trouble. I--" Di ng h a d added t o the a larm. B u t now t heir c apt o r s h a d dropp e d clown upon them, s mot h e rin g their cries. "\Ve' ll h a v e to cut loose-mighty quick, too!" panted Dunham "Carry these br a t s wit h us. W e' ll fini s h them in the w o o ds quiver e d Dalby. In fr a n t i c ha ste h e unt i e d the r ope at Bart's ankles, and "-ilson, hi s m out h free, m a d e b est u s e of the time by yell Great Scott! Wlrnre is the oth e r brat?" d e m ande d i n g at hi s loudest. Dunham, in a s haking voice, as he turned. The horse on the ro a d b e l o w was coming for,vard at its "Don't you wish you kn e w?" mock e d a voice from the best g ait. darkness beyond. Yet before h e lp c ould com e the two s coundr e l s each with Ding wa s up the road, hovering jubilantly, and hardly ai boy on hi s s h o uld e r had cle ar e d the wall and taken to the distinguishable. woods "I'll g e t you!" roared Dunham, making a l e ap forward. Whizz Jus t in tim e did Dunham dodge to escap e the stone hurl e d by Bats on. Havin g a ver y small hand, Din g had e mployed his time to good advanta g e by squeezing until he.had freed one hand from its s hackle. With an oath Dunham leaped forward. Two well-aimed missiles struck him but Dunham still pur sued "Help, thi s w a y !" ro a r e d Bart. F o r a n in s t a n t Dalby halt ed. t h a t st unn e d the boy He s truck Bart a blow Y et whe n B art came to h e wa s l y in g c omfortabl y on his hack on th e g round. His h a nd s w e r e free. His h ead a c h e d miserably, y e t what did that matter with !l. s oft g irli s h hand s troking his for e head with a w e t handk e r c hi ef ? "Jess murmured Bart, a s he ope ned hi s eyes. He


28 THE AUTO RECORD. closed them again, as if afraid to wake up and find th11.t this wasn'.t true. "Well," laughed pretty Jess Morton, "are you surprised, Bart? Did you think we'd hear you call for help and not hurry along?'' Now Bart not only his eyes, but sat up, supported by Jess' firm, round, white young arm at his back. T he scene had changed sliglitly. Ding was lying on his back, also, but his eyes were open and he seemed far from uncomfortable. I The handcuffs had been changed to the wrists of Dalby and Dunham. Moreover, both of these rascals showed badly battered faces. Jess Morton's two big brothers, Dick and Tom, stood over the manacled pair with grim faces that accounted for the change in things. "Lucky we was coming home as we did," remarked Brother Tom. "We heard that yell.'' "And I knew your voice at once, Bart," Jess broke 'in. "I'm glad of that," said Bart, s oftly. "These gazabos tried to carry you as far as they dared," added Brother Dick. "Even aiter they gave you the hard throw-down we kept on after 'em, while Jess stopped here.'' "They both look as if they had had hard falls," grimaced Bart, as he looked at the battered faces of his uncomfortable enemies. "Something hit 'em," grinned Brother Tom. "That something was mad and hard, too, I reckon. Jess was back here, so she didn't see just what happened.' "I'm almost sorry .I didn't see," Jess flashed, with spirit. Then she turned to look down tenderly at Wilson. I "It's all right, anyway, Bart," she said, s imply. "Who are these gentlemanly looking tramps, anyway?" demanded Brother Tom. "That one there," nodded Bart, "is John Dalby. He was a pretty rich man up to a few days ago. He told me, a few minutes ago, that he had been cleaned out of his wealth in Wall Street. He's still respectable, though, I suppose," added Bart, mockingly. "As to his being respectable," retorted Brother Tom, "I guess the judge and the jury can settle that question.'' "Don't be fools!" uttered Dalby, hoarsely. "Let me go, and at once, or you'll find that I've still enough of wealth, friends and influence left to make you very of this night's work." "You better try the silence cure, Mr. Dalby," advised Brothe11 Dick, grimly. "You're booked for the village jug to-night. Your kind ain't just exactly popular around here, even if they are rich and very respectable!" "Where's your mother, Jess?" Bart queried, as he rose to his feet, helped somewhat by the girl. "Out in the road, sitting in the wagon," Jess answered. "Then we ought to go to her, and not leave her alone," Bart offered. "We'll take these bunged-up chromos as far as the road," hinted Brother Tom. "Then, if you'll wait until we take mother and Jess home,we'll come back and help you land these raw-faced beauties in the jug." 4nd that was the plan carried out. Not much later in the year, Dalby and Dunham started for prison, and they're still there. Bart settled, satisfactorily, with Jess the questions he had first put to Ding. There's a Mrs. Bart Wilson now, nor are there many prettier young wives to be found anywhere than Jess Wil son makes. Ding Batson-well, the way he has been "sprucing up" lately indicates that he has either plans or hopes. Both young men are still with Mr. Huntman. Ding has slowly, though surely, worked his way up to head chauffeur for Huntman. Bart gave up the job a year ago, when he went to New 'Yark to take a good business position in the office of a company that Mr. Huntman controls Neither Bart nor Mrs. Bart have ever grown cold tqward automobiles. But Bart owns one of his own now and has !!. man to run it for him. THE END. If you really believe that "there's nothing new under the sun,'' then read "OF. F THE TICKER; OR, FATE AT A MOMENT'S NOTICE," by Tom Dawson, which will be puhlished complete in "Wide Awake Weekly,'" No. 2, out next \geek It's about the strangest, most rousing, most startling and wonderful story of happenings in real life that was ever printed! It's the kind of story that you sim ply can't drop until you've read it through to the end! SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from any newsdealer, send the price in money or postage stamps by mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, and you will receive the copies you order by return mail.


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Also tricks with cards. incantations etc structions about guns, hunting dogs, traps, trapping and fishing, No. TO DO CHEMICAL TRICKS.-Conta.ining over together with descriptions of game and fish. one hundred highly amusing and instructive tricks with chemicals. No. 26. HOW TO ROW, SAIL AND BUILD A BOAT.-Fully By A. Anderson. Handsomely illustrateJ. illustrated. Every boy should know how to row and sail a boat. No. 69. HOW TO DO SLEIGHT OF HAND.-Containing over Full instructions are given in this little book, together with in!ifty of the latest and best tricks used by magicians. Also containstructions on swimming and riding, companion sports to boating. mg the ,!iecret of second sight. Fully illustrated. By A. Anderson. No. 47. HOW TO BREAK, RIDE AND DRIVE A HORSE.. No._ 10. HOW l\IAKE l\IAGIO 'l'OYS.-Containing full A complete treatise on the horse. Describing the most usefu l horses directions for makmg Magic 'l'oys and devices of many kinds. By for business, the best horses for the road; also valuable r ec ipes for A. Anderson. E'ully illustrnted. diseases pecaliar to the horse. No. 73._ IIOW. TO THICKS WITH NUi\IBERS.-Showing No. 48. HOW 'l'O BUILD AND SAIL CANOES.-A handy many cunous with figures and the magic of numbers. By A. bo ok for boys, containing full directions for constructing canoes Anderson. Fully illustrated. and the most popular manner of sailing them. Fully illustrated. .No. 7.5. HO\Y TO A CONJUROR. -Containing By C. Stansfield Hicks. tri.cks "'.1th Domm?s, Dice, Cups anJ Balls, Hats, etc. Embracing tlurty-s1x 1llustrat1ons. By A. Anderson. FORTUNE TELLING. No. 78. TO DO 'l'HE .BLACK ART.-Containing a comNo. 1. NAPOLEON'S ORACULUM AND DREAM BOOK.plete desmpt1on of the mysteries of Magic and Sleight of Hand Containing the great oracle of human destiny; also the true mean-together with many wonderful experiments. By A. Anderson: ing of almost any kind of dreams, together wit h charms, ceremonies, Illustrated. and curious games of cards. A. complete book. M No. 23. HOW TO EXPLAIN DREAMS.-Everybody dPeams, ECHANICAL from the little ch ild to the aged man and woman. 'l'his little book No. 29. HOW '.1'0 AN IN VENTOR.-Every boy giv es the explanation to all kinds of dreams, together with lucky should know how or1gmated. This book explains them and unlucky Jays, and "Napoleon's Oracu.Jum," the book of fate. all, examples. in e lectri city, hydraulics, magnetism, optics, No. 28' HOvV TO TELL FORTUNES.-Everyone is desirous of pneumatics, mechamcs, etc. 'l'he most instructive book published knowing what his future life will bring forth, whether happiness or No. 5\). HOW TO BECOME AN ENGINEER.-Containing fuli misery, wealth or poverty. You can tell by a glance at this little mstructions how to proceed in order to become a lo comot ive en bo this book. to card tricks; of card tricks with ordinary cards, and not requiring I No. 74. HOW 'l'O WRITE LETTERS OORRECTLY.-Con sleight-of-hand; of tricks involving sleightof-haRtl, or the use of J taining full instructions for writing letters on almost any subject specially prepared cards. Bu Professor Haffn&. Illustrated. also rules for punctuation and composition, with specimen letters'.


=-=======================r========================= THE STAGE. No. 41. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK END MEN'S JOKE BOOK. -Containing a great variety of the latest jokes used by the most famous end men. No amateur minstrels is complete without this wonderful little book. No .. THE OF NEW YORK STUMP SPEAKER. a varied of i;tui:np speeches, Negro, Dutch and Irish. Also end mens Jokes. Just the thing for home amuse ment and amateur shows. No. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK MINSTREL GUIDE AND JOKl!l new a?d very _instructive. Every bo y. should ob tam this as 1t con tams full mstructions for or gamzmg an amateur mmstrel troupe. No. 65. is one of the most original JOke ever and it 1s brimful of wit and humor. It contams a large collection of songs, jokes, conundrums etc. of Terrence Muldoon, the great wit, humorist, and practical' of the day. Every boy who can enjoy a good substantial joke should obtain a copy immediately. No-. 79. HQW TO BECOME AN ACTOR-Containing com plete mstruct1011s how to make up for various characters on the stage; together with the duties of the Stage Manager Prompter Artist and. Property Man. By a prominent Stage Manager'. N?. 80. GUS WILLIAMS' BOOK.-Containing the latest Jokes, anecdotes and funny stones of this world-renowned and ever popular \Jerman comedian. Sixty-four pages; handsome colored cover containing a half-tone photo of the author. HOUSEKEEPING. 16. H9W TO KEEP A WINDOW GARDEN.-Containing full mstruct10ns fo1 constructing a window garden either in town or country, and the most approved methods for raising beautiful flowers at home. The most complete bo.ok of the kind ever pub li!ihed. No. 30. HOW TO COOK.-One of the most instructive books on cooking ev e r published. It contains r ec ip es for cooking meats fis h, game, and oysters; also pies, puddings, cakes and all kinds of pastry, and a grand collection of recipes by one of our most popular cooks No. 37. HOW TO KEEP HOUSE.-It contains information for everybody, boys, girls, m e n and women; it will teach you how to make almost anything around the house, such as parlor ornaments brackets, cements, Aeolian harps, and bird lime for catching birds.' ELECTRICAL. No. 46. HOW TO MAKE AND USE ELECTRICITY.-A description of the wond erful uses of electricity and electro magnetism together with full instructions for making Electric Toys, Batteries: etc. By George Trebel, A. M., M. D. Containing over fifty illustrations. No. 64. HOW TO MAKE ELECTRICAL MACHINES.-Conta!ning fnll 1lirections for making electrical machines, induction coils, dynamos. and many novel toys to be worked by electricity. By R. A R. Bennett. Fully illustrated. No. 67. HOW TO DO ELECTRICAL TRICKS.-Containing a large collection of instructive and highly amusing electrical tricks together with illustrations. By A. Anderson. No: 31. HQW '1'9 .BECOME A SPEAKER.-Containing four teen 11lustrat1ons, g1vmg the different positions requisite to become a good speaker, reader and elocutionist. Also containing gems from a.ll the popular !luthors of prose and poetry, arranged in the most s1mpltl and conc1s.:! manner possible. No. 49. :i'JOW TO DEBA'.rE.-Giving rules for conducting de bates, outhnes for. qu.estions for discussion, and the be11 sources for procurmg on the questions given. SOCIETY. No. 3. H;OW TO arts and wiles of flirtation are fully by this ltttle book. Besides the various methods of ha.r:.dkerch1ef,_ fan, glove, parasol, window and bat flirtation, it con a _full hst of the language and sentiment of flowers, which ii to everybody, both old and young. You cannot be 4appy without one. 4. H.OW .'I'O DANCE is the title of a new and handsome _book_ Just issued Frank Tousey. It contains full instruct10ns m the art of dancmg, etiquette in the ball-room and at parties bow to dr!' ss, and full directions for calling off in all popular square dances. No. 5. HOW TO MAKE LOVEJ.-A complete guide to love courtship and marriage, giving sensible advice, rules and etiquette to be observed, with many curious and interesting things not gen erally known. No. li. f!:OW TO DRESS.-Coutaioing full instruction in the art of dressmg and appearing well at home and abroad giving the selections of colors, material. and bow to have them made up. No. 18. HOW TO BECOME BEAUTIFUL.-One of the most valuable little books ever given to the world. Everybody wishes to know bow to b ec ome beautiful, both male and female. The secret is simple, and almost costless. Read this book and be convinced how to become beautiful. BIRDS AND ANIMALS. No. 7. HOW TO KEEP BIRDS.-Handsomely illustrated and containing full instructions for the management and training of the canary, mockingbird, bobolink, blackbird, paroquet, parrot, etc. No. 39. HOW TO RAISE DOGS, POULTRY, PIGEONS AND RABBITS.-A us e ful and instructive book. Handsomely illus trated. By Ira Drofraw. No. 40. HOW TO l\IAKE AND SET hinta on bow to catch mol e s, w e asels, otter, rats, squirrels and birds. Also how to cure skins. Copiously illustrated. By J. Harrington Keene. No. 50. HOW TO STUFF BIRDS AND valuable book, giving instructions in collecting, preparing, mountinr and preserving birds, animals and insects No. 54 HOW TO KEEP AND MAIS"AGE PETS.-Giving com plet!! as to the m.anner an_d method of raising, keeping, .breedmg, an.d managmg all kmds of also giving full !nstruct1.ons for cages, etc. Fully explamed by twenty-eighll 1llustrat1ons, makmg 1t the most complete book of the kind ever published. MISCELLANEOUS. No. 8. HOW TO A SCIENTIST.-A useful and in structive book, giving a compl ete treatise on chemistry; also exENTERTAIN M ENT. periments in acoustics, mechanics, mathematics, chemistry, and di rections for making fireworks, colored fires, and gas balloons. Thia No. 9. HOW TO BECOME A VENTRILOQUIST.-By Harry book cannot be equaled. Kennedy. The secret given away. Every intellii;ent boy reading No. 14. HOW TO l\IAKE CANDY.-A complete hand-book fQr this book of instructions, by a practical professor (delighting multimaking.all kinds of candy, etc. tudes every night with bis wonderful imitations), can master the No. 84. HOW .ro BECOME A1y AU'l'l:lOR.-Containing full art, and create any amount of fun for himself and friends. It is the information regarding choice of subjects, the use of words and the greatest book C'ver published. and there's millions (of fun) in it. manner o.E preparing and submitting manuscript. Also containing No. 20. HOW TO ENTERTAIN AN EVENING PARTY.-A valuab le information as to lhe n eatness legibility and general com very valuable little book just published. A complete compendium position of manuscript, essential to a successful author. By Prince of games, sports, card diversions, comic recitations, etc., suitable Hiland. for parlor or drawing-room entertainment. It contains more for the No. 38. HOW TO BECOME YOUR OWN DOCTOR.-A won money than any book published. derful book containing u s eful and practical information in the No. 35. HOW TO PLAY complete and useful little treatment of ordinary di seases and ailments common to every book, containing the rules and of billinrds, bagatelle, family. Abounding in useful and effecti1e recipes for general com backgammon, croquet. dominoes etc. plaints. No. 36. HOW TO all No. 55. HOW TO COLLECT STAMPS AND COINS.-Con the leading conundrums of the day, amusing riddles, curious catches taining valuable information r egarding the collecting and arranging and witty sayings. of stamps and coins. Handsomel;v Ulustrated. No. 52. HOW 1'0 PLAY C.,!RDS.-A complete and handy little No. 58. HOW TO BE A DE1'ECTIVE.-By Old King Brady, book, 1tiving the rule s and f\.. 'irections for playing Euchre, Cribthe world-known detective. In which be lays down some valuable bage, Casino, Fort.vFive, R:'. ce, Pedro Sancho, Draw Poker, and sensible rules for beginners, and also relates soine adventures Auction .Pitch, All Fours, and ritany other popular games of cards. and experiences of well-known detectives No. 66. HOW TO DO PUZZLES.-Containing over three bun-No. 60. HOW TO BECOME A PHOTOGRAPHER.-Contain-dred interesting puzzles and conundrums, with key to same. A ing useful information r egarding the Camera and how to work it; complete boo!i. Fully illustrated. By A. Anderson. also how to make Photographic Magic Lantern Slides and other ETIQUETTE. Handsomely illustrated. By Captain W. DP. w. No. 13. HOW TO DO IT; OR, BOOK OF ETIQUETTE.-It No. 62. HOW TO BECOME A WEST POINT MILITARY Is a great life secret, and one that every young man desires to know CADET.-Containing full explanations how to gain admittance, all about. There's happiness in it. course of Stud.v, Examinations, Duties, Staff of Officers, Post No. 33. HOW TO BEHAVE.-Containing the rules and etiquette Guard, Police Regulations, Fire Department, and all a boy should of good society and the easiest and most approved methods of ap-know to be a Cadet. Ccmpiled and written by Lu Senarens, author pearing to good advantage at parties, balls, the theatre, church, and of "How to Beco me a Naval Cadet." m the drawing-room. No. 63. HOW TO BECOME A NAVAL CADET.-Complete in-structions of how to gain admission to the Annapolis Naval DECLAMATION. Academy. Also containing the course of instruction, description No. 27. BOW TO RECITE AND BOOK OF RECITATIONS. of grounds and buildings, historical sketch, and everything a boy -Containing the most popular selections in use, comprising Dutch should know to an officer in the United States Navy. Com dialect French dialect, Yankee and Irish dialect pieces, together piled and written by Lu Senarens, author of "How to Become a with many standard readings. West Point Military Cadet .,, PRICE 10 CENTS EACH, OR 3 FOR 25 CENTS. Address FRANK TOUSEYt Publisher9 24: Union Square, New York.


,fame and Fortune WeeklJ S TORIES O F BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY By A SELF-MADE MAN 32 Pages of Reading Matter Handsome Colored Coven A New One Issued Every Friday This Weekly contains interesting stories of smart boys, who win fame and fortune by their ability to take advantage o l passing opportunities. Some of these stories are founded on true incidents in the lives of our most successful self-mad1 men, and show how a boy of pluck, perseverance and brains can become famous and wealthy. Every one of this serie1 contains a good moral tone which makes "Fame and Fortune Weekly" a magazine for the home, although each numbe 1 is replete with exciting adventures. 'The stories are the very best obtainable, the illustrations are by expert artists. and every effort is constantly being made to make it the best weekly on the news stands. Tell your friends about it. ALREADY PUBLISHED. 1 A Lucky Deal; or, The Cutest Boy in Wall Street. 2 Born to Good Luck; or, The Boy Who Succeeded. 3 A Corner in Corn; or, How a Chicago Boy Did the Trick 4 A Game of Chance: or, The Boy Who Won Out. 5 Hard to Beat; or, The Cleverest Boy in Wall Street. 6 Building a Railroad; or, The Young Contractors of Lake view. 7 Winning His Way; or, The Youngest Editor in Green River. 8 The Wheel of Fortune; or, The Record of a Self-Made Boy, 9 Nip and; or, The Young Brokers of Wall Street. 1 0 A Copper Harvest; or, The Boys WhoWorked a Deserted Mine. 11 A Lucky Penny; or, The Fortunes of a Boston Boy. 12 A Diamond in the Rough; or, A Brave Boys Start in Life. 13 Baiting the Bears; or, The.Nerviest Boy in Wall Street. 14 A Gold Brick; or, The Boy Who Could Not be Downed, 15 A Streak of Luck; or, The Boy Who Feathered His Nest 16 A Goo d Thing; or, The Boy Who Made a Fortune. 17 King of the Market; or, The Youngest Trader in W a Street. 18 Pure Grit; or, One Boy in a Thousand. 19 A Rise in Life; or, The Career of a Factory Boy. 20 A Barrel of Money; or, A Bright Boy in Wall Street. 21 All to the Good; or, From Call Boy to Manager. 22 How He Got There ; or, The Pluckies t Boy of Them Al 23 Bound to Win; or, The Boy Who Got Rich. 24 Pushing It Through; or, The Fate of a Lucky Boy. 25 A Born Speculator; or, the Young Sphinx of Wall Street 26 The Way to Success; or, The Boy Who Got There. 27 Struck Oil; or, The Boy Who Made a Million. 28 A Golden Risk; o;, The Young Miners of Della Cruz. F o r sale by all newsdealers, or will be sent to any address on receipt of price, 5 cents per copy, in moD"ey or postage stamps, b ; FR.A.BK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. IF YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS of our L ibraries and cannot procure them from newsdealers, they can be obtained from this office direct, Cut out and in the following Order Blank and send it to us with the price of the books you want and we will send them to you by n turn mail. POS'I'AGE STAMPS TAKEN THE SAME AS MONEY . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. ......................... 190 DEAR Sm-Enclosed find ...... cents for which please send me: .... copies of WORK AND WIN, Nos ................ ....................................... .' .... " WILD WEST WEEKLY, Nos ...................................................... " THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76, Nos ................................................... " PLUCK AND LUCK, Nos ... ......................................................... " SECRET SERVICE, NOS .. .......................................................... " FRANK MANLEY'S WEEKLY, Nos .................................................. " FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY, Nos ................................................ .. . . "THE YOUNG ATHLETE'S WEEKLY, Nos ............................................. " Ten-Cent Hand Books, Nos ............ : ........................................... Name ......................... Street and No .............. T o wn ......... State .........


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