
HEATH, WINNER OF 1904 RACE, WHO WAS OUTCLASSED 
on in time? All was now wild excite- 
ment. The sympathy of the motley 
American crowd was, as usual, with 
the under dog, the hard-luck victim. 
Cars passed unnoticed and uncheered. 
All attention was on the two leaders. 
The red flags were waving, the bugle 
sounded. “Car coming,’ shouted a 
stentorian voice. Every one was out in 
the road. A cheer swelled up from the 
bend, where the crowd was eagerly 
peering down the road. “Lancia,” was 
the yell. Sure enough, a rattling, ir- 
regular banging, and Lancia’s car 
swung into sight, coming, it seemed, as 
no car before had come—and gone. A. 
deafening cheer arose, for many 
thought him the winner. But the wise 
ones noted the time and waited. 
A minute passed. Men shook their 
heads. Another minute. Still no sign 
of Wagner. There was a deal of rest- 
less moving about. Inquiring glances 
passed from man to man. A third 
minute. Almost all hope was gone. 
“What’s that?—sounds like a cheer 
away off.” Every one was looking at 
his neighbor and listening intently. 
Again it came, and this time nearer— 
a cheer, unmistakably. Red _ flags 
waved, the bugle sounded once more. 
The spectators at the bend were yelling 
like demons. There was a backward 
rush of the crowd, another booming of 
exhausts and Wagner skidded into 
view, almost burning holes in the road 
with his speed.. Everything depended 
on a few seconds and he knew it. Ah, 
but he was cool—not an inch did he 
swerve from his course, after all those 
terrific 290: odd miles. -A.zip, whizz, 
roar and he had flashed by and over the 
finish line, where the prolonged cheer- 
ing proclaimed him victor. 
Meuse’ faces relaxed,” and . gently, 
kindly, condescendingly, everybody told 
