Bert Wilson's Twin Cylinder Racer

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there to meet him, as they had planned. Bert took it for granted that something out of the

will meet me in the next town. That will be a spur

ad eaten breakfast, he paid his bill, and was just going out the door when the clerk stopped him

t, as he took the yellow enve

ago," replied the cler

ion of Bert's face. "Come quick," the telegram read,

"One of my friends is very sick," he said. "He's i

the clerk, in a sympathetic voice, "but the roads are fair, a

ky, and the clerk pointed out to h

s," said Bert, br

er, "I hope your friend

ce compared to dear old Tom, Tom, who at this very moment might be calling for him? Every other consideration wiped from his mind, Bert leaned over and fairly flew along the dusty road. Fences, trees, houses, streaked past him, and still he rode faster and faster, recklessly, taking chances that he would have shunned had he

tch and coasted. Faster and faster he flew, gaining speed with every revolution of the wheels. With the engine stopped, the motorcycle swept along in absolute silence, save for the slight hissing noise made by the contact of the tires with the road. The speed augmented until he was traveling almost with the speed of a cannon ball. At this speed, brakes were useless, even had he been inclined to use them, which he was not. Two-thirds of the way down he flashed past a wagon, that was negotiating the descent with one wheel chained, so steep was it. Had the slig

come over a hundred and fifty miles now, so Maysville can't be much further." And,

no parties of that name stopping here," he said. "I guess you have the wrong address, young man." Bert showed him the telegram, but the clerk only shook his head. "There

airs was beginning to form in his brain, but it hardly seemed possible his suspici

ked, "who sent that tele

take special notice of him. He was a young man of medium build, though, with light hair, and now I come to think of it, he wor

all right," said Bert, "an

urned the other, and tu

. "I'd stake my soul on it. But I'll win this race in spite of that crook and his tricks. And anyway," he thought, with his eyes softening, "ol

being tricked in this dastardly way were swallowed up in his

and started out again, after filling the "Blue Streak's" tanks with oil and gasoline, with the grim resolve to have revenge for the d

slipped around, as league after league rolled backward, and Bert exulted as he watched it. "We'll make it ahead of everybody else or die in the attem

wind, and as dusk began to fall rode into Louisville. As he entered the hotel, after leaving his machine in a garage, Dick

e world that it was sent by Hayward. You remember that w

lashing eyes. "I'd make him regret the day he was born. Just

t for you," said Tom. "Of all the dirty, underh

it will be a sound thrashing. Don't you believe for a minute that it's going to hel

o, until at last he felt that he had recovered the ti