"I"ll enjoy this more than ever, with you here," she read.
"It"s the right place for my girl. I"ll give you the cup for our first dinner table, to-night.
"DAVID."
Emily lifted her face. The tragedy of the scene was gone, Lestrange"s eyes laughed at her out of a mist. The sky was blue, the sunshine golden; the merry crowds commencing to pour in woke carnival in her heart.
"He said to tell you the machine was running magnificently,"
supplemented d.i.c.k, "and not to insult his veteran reputation by getting nervous. He"s coming by--look."
He was coming by; and, although unable to look toward the grand-stand, he raised his hand in salute as he pa.s.sed, to the one he knew was watching. Emily flushed rosily, her dark eyes warm and shining.
"I can wait," she sighed gratefully. "d.i.c.kie, I can wait until it ends, now."
d.i.c.k went back.
The hours pa.s.sed. One more car went out of the race under the grinding test; there were the usual incidents of blown-out tires and temporary withdrawals for repairs. Twice Mr. Ffrench sent his partner and Emily to the restaurant below, tolerating no protests, but he himself never left his seat. Perfectly composed, his expression perfectly self-contained, he watched his son.
The day grew unbearably hot toward afternoon, a heat rather of July than June. After a visit to his camp Lestrange reappeared without the suffocating mask and cap, driving bareheaded, with only the narrow goggles crossing his face. The change left visible the drawn pallor of exhaustion under stains of dust and oil, his rolled-back sleeves disclosed the crimson bandage on his right arm and the fact that his left wrist was tightly wound with linen where swollen and strained muscles rebelled at the long trial.
"He"s been driving for nineteen hours," said d.i.c.k, climbing up to his party through the excited crowd. "Two hours more to six o"clock.
Listen to the mob when he pa.s.ses!"
The injunction was unnecessary. As the sun slanted low the enthusiasm grew to fever. This was a crowd of connoisseurs--motorists, chauffeurs, automobile lovers and drivers--they knew what was being done before them. The word pa.s.sed that Lestrange was in his twentieth hour; people climbed on seats to cheer him as he went by. When one of his tires blew out, in the opening of the twenty-first hour of his driving and the twenty-fourth of the race, the great shout of sympathy and encouragement that went up shook the grand-stand to its cement foundations.
Neither Lestrange nor Rupert left his seat while that tire was changed.
"If we did I ain"t sure we"d get back," Rupert explained to d.i.c.k, who hovered around them agitatedly. "If I"d thought Darling"s mechanician would get in for this, I"d have taken in sewing for a living. How much longer?"
"Half an hour."
"Well, watch us finish."
A renewed burst of applause greeted the Mercury car"s return to the track. Men were standing watch in hand to count the last moments, their eyes on the bulletin board where the reeled-off miles were being registered. Two of the other machines were fighting desperately for second place, hopeless of rivaling Lestrange, and after them sped the rest.
"The finish!" some one suddenly called. "The last lap!"
d.i.c.k was hanging over the paddock fence when the car shot by amidst braying klaxons, motor horns, cheers, and the clashing music of the band. Frantic, the people hailed Lestrange as the black and white checked flag dropped before him in proclamation of his victory and the ended race.
Rupert raised his arms above his head in the signal of acknowledgment, as they flew across the line and swept on to complete the circle to their camp. Lestrange slackened speed to take the dangerous, deeply furrowed turn for the last time, his car poised for the curving flight under his guidance--then the watching hundreds saw the driver"s hands slip from the steering-wheel as he reached for the brake. Straight across the track the machine dashed, instead of following the bend, crashed through the barrier, and rolled over on its side in the green meadow gra.s.s.
"The steering-knuckle!" Bailey groaned, as the place burst into uproar around them. "The wheel--I saw it turn uselessly in his hands!"
"They"re up!" cried a dozen voices. "No, one"s up and one"s under."
"Who"s caught in the wreck--Lestrange or his man?"
But before the people who surged over the track, breaking all restraint, before the electric ambulance, d.i.c.k Ffrench reached the marred thing that had been the Mercury car. It was Lestrange who had painfully struggled to one knee beside the machine, fighting hard for breath to speak.
"Take the car off Rupert," he panted, at d.i.c.k"s cry of relief on seeing him. "I"m all right--take the car off Rupert."
The next instant they were surrounded, overwhelmed with eager aid. The ambulance came up and a surgeon precipitated himself toward Lestrange.
"Stand back," the surgeon commanded generally. "Are you trying to smother him? Stand back."
But it was he who halted before a gesture from Lestrange, who leaned on d.i.c.k and a comrade from the camp.
"Go over there, to Rupert."
"You first--"
"No."
There was nothing to do except yield. Shrugging his shoulders, the surgeon paused the necessary moment. A moment only; there was a scattering of the hushed workers, a metallic crash.
From the s.p.a.ce the car had covered a small figure uncoiled, lizardlike, and staggered unsteadily erect.
"Where"s Darling Lestrange?" was hurled viciously across the silence.
"Gee, you"re a slow bunch of workers! Where"s Lestrange?"
The tumult that broke loose swept all to confusion. And after all it was Lestrange who was put in the surgeon"s care, while Rupert rode back to the camp on the driver"s seat of the ambulance.
"Tell Emily I"ll come over to her as soon as I"m fit to look at," was the message Lestrange gave d.i.c.k. "And when you go back to the factory, have your steering-knuckles strengthened."
d.i.c.k exceeded his commission by transmitting the speech entire; repeating the first part to Emily with all affectionate solicitude, and flinging the second cuttingly at his uncle and Bailey.
"The doctors say he ought to be in bed, but he won"t go," he concluded. "No, you can"t see him until they get through patching him up at the hospital tent; they put every one out except Rupert. _He_ hasn"t a scratch, after having a ninety Mercury on top of him. You"re to come over to our camp, Emily, and wait for Lestrange. I suppose everybody had better come."
It was a curious and an elevating thing to see d.i.c.kie a.s.sume command of his family, but no one demurred. An official, recognizing in him Lestrange"s manager, cleared a way for the party through the noisy press of departing people and automobiles. The very track was blocked by a crowd too great for control.
The sunset had long faded, night had settled over the motordrome and the electric lamps had been lit in the tents, before there came a stir and murmur in the Mercury camp.
"Don"t skid, the ground"s wet," cautioned a voice outside the door.
"Steady!"
Emily started up, d.i.c.k sprang to open the canvas, and Lestrange crossed the threshold. Lestrange, colorless, his right arm in a sling, his left wound with linen from wrist to elbow, and bearing a heavy purple bruise above his temple, but with the brightness of victory flashing above all weariness like a dancing flame.
"Sweetheart!" he laughed, as Emily ran to meet him, heedless of all things except that he stood within touch once more. "My dear, I told them not to frighten you. Why, Emily--"
For as he put his one available arm about her, she hid her wet eyes on his shoulder.
"I am so happy," she explained breathlessly. "It is only that."
"You should not have been here at all, my dear. But it is good to see you. Who brought you? Bailey?" catching sight of the man beside d.i.c.k.
"Good, I wanted some one to help me; Rupert and I have got to find a hotel and we"re not very active."
Emily would have slipped away from the clasp, scarlet with returning recollection, but Lestrange detained her to meet his shining eyes.
"The race is over," he reminded, for her ears alone. "I"m going to keep you, if you"ll stay."
He turned to take a limping step, offering his hand cordially to the speechless Bailey, and faced for the first time the other man present.