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Jimmy glanced at the clock across the way and the serious lines of his face deepened. In aide him there was no nervous ness, only a tensity of every nerve and muscle, awaiting the moment for action. Outside, he •was faultlessly attired in a neat cap, a light silk shirt of tan, knotted by a loose tie at the throat, whipcord riding breech es and coat. In his hand he carried a small bag, his entire impedimenta for the trip. Beside him, Rogers was more fastidious. His bag was larg er, for one thing, anil he was attired in a gray traveling suit. Rogers was laughing as t: <• ment approached. He swept with amused eyes the few friends standing about his ri val. Billy Crane was not there. He was, Jimmy knew, awaiting the take-off at Roosevelt field, to which point the two motor cars were waiting to whirl their pas sengers. Rogers* Jimmy had discovered, had employed a pi lot and another Homing Pigeon for the first leg of the jour ney. He, too, would find it nec essary to refuel at Cleveland and there pick up a new pilot. The millionaire glanced across at his rival and raised his voice, after a low remark addressed to the group sur rounding him. “There’s twenty thousand more inside the club, offered at two to one, he called. “Any one of your crowd want any more bets, Brandon?” Jimmy’s face froze. Rogers knew he was broke. This final piece of insolence was a direct insult. But before he could re gent it outwardly, one of the men at his side stepped for ward. “Consider it taken,” he said, in a quiet voice. “Only I’ll be glad to accept even money. I seldom bet—and make it a rule never to bet on a sure thing." The smile froze on Austin Rogers’ features. But he said nothing, only made a brief bow. “Done!" he said, and turned to his nearest companion. “You’ll arrange it, after I’ve gone?” The other nodded. In the same minute, the club historian, a wizened but scholarly looking individual, came down the steps from his post at the door, where he had been watching the clock. The hands were al most together. It was a mat ter of seconds. “Ready- gentlemen?" Jimmy nodded briefly. He felt his muscles tightening without will of his own. Quick ly lie grasped the arm of the middle-aged, quiet individual who had just accepted Rogers’ money. 4. ... . „ ..a?_ .. c _ i iiui >» a.^ tuig ui juuj Major,” lie whispered. “I knew you couldn’t afford it—but I’ll promise to double it for you, Dow you’ve done it!” The soldier, his thin, pallid cheeks scarred by two wars, only pressed his hand hard. “Just—luck!” he whispered. “Hop it!” Rogers moved across to where Jimmy stood, and the latter turned in surprise. The millionaire was holding out his hand. “May the best man win, Brandon!” he laughed. The iigtit behind his eyes be lied his words. Jimmy hesitat ed. He did not at all want to accept Rogers’ hand: he knew too much about the man and frankly disliked him. After the seene of the day before, at the bar, this sort of show was sim ply malicious mockery. But the others were watching him. The club historian stood with his hand raised fur the signal, and the chauffeurs, glancing up, slipped the motors gently into first speed. Rogers had made a public bid for pop ularity. For Jimmy to refuse his hand would be to brand himself a poor sport in the eyes of their audience. He frowned, and then re luctantly opened his palm, just touching his rival’s hand. “May the best man win,” lie repeated quietly. There was a subdued murmur of approval from the group that stood about. In the next second it died as, from the clock across the avenue, a sin gle, melodious note chimed out. “Twelve noon!” The hands fell apart; the men on the steps dropped back amid a hushed silence. Jim my’s face grew serious. He dashed down the remaining steps coincident with Rogers; and three seconds later had flung himself into the seat be side his driver. The big road ster started. Five seconds aft erward, Rogers and his chauf feur tore off in its wake and rounded the next corner as traffic halted. A little cheer died away be hind them. Across the river, at the air field, another crowd had gath ered, this one attracted by the more spectacular start which followed the actual beginning of the race. Billy Crane and Natalie had arrived there quite early, in the former’s roadster, and now stood slightly behind the accumulated mob which was being kept away from the two planes drawn up not far off. By the farthest ship, a pilot stood, helmeted, leather? cloaked, glancing frequently at his watch; beside him was a mechanic. That, Natalie knew, was to be Austin Rogers’ car rier, since Jimmy was flying his own ship to Cleveland. It was a few minutes past noon. Crane glanced at his watch and then his eyes flickered toward the road over which the rac ers w7ould come. “Plenty of time,” he ob served languidly. “What’s getting you all upset, old dear?” Natalie shook her head. “I’m not upset. I’m thinking of the conversation I overheard last night. I wish I’d had the chance to tell Jim Brandon.” Crane shrugged. “Wouldn’t do any good, as I told you.*’ He started toward the car. The girl caught his arm. “I’m afraid, Billy—afraid they’ll be doing something— crooked. Why don’t you fol low him?” “I will,” Crane laughed, “if you’ll take care of my business while I’m away.” He frowned. “There’s nothing I’d like bet ter. Jimmy’s so confoundod decent that he trusts every one.” If 1 take care ot your or fice-” the girl began, and then stopped. Billy Crane had already gone; lie was nham bling off, with his hands deep in his pockets and his head bent in thoughtful meditation, on his way toward the roadster. She saw him drop into the seat, light a eigaret, and then leap forward, frowning with preoc cupation. She turned bark to the field. For her, the preparations for the trip held a tremendous thrill of anticipation. Moreover, she was anxious. With prac tised eyes she studied .Timmy Brandon’s little Homing Pigeon from propeller to tail skid. The task of fueTTTng, Tt ap peared, was nearly completed. Mechanics were fussing over liogers’ motor while the piJo: looked idly on. To him the ap proaching flight was merely an other day’s work* and his atti tude made that fact quite evi dent. To Natalie, however, the start was more than ordinarily inter esting. In France, she had been able to indulge her love for flying, once she had won her license to operate a plane. But back home again, she found that a woman who drove an air plane was looked upon as some thing of a freak. She wondered idly what they w’ere doing with Jimmy*8 machine. Ihe words she had overheard the night before had made her over - suspicious, and she watched every move of the men about the first Homing Pigeon. But, she reflected a moment later, there was little chance for crooked work here in broad daylight. The mechanics, apparently, had left the ship ready for its start. All of the workmen but one had left it; and then a gray-liaired individual* who looked like an official of some sort, glanced over it, nodded, and went on to inspect Rogers’ ship. But the lone workman still fussed about. Natalie saw him climb over the fuselage; he seemed intent and fully concerned with what he was doing, and evidently he was capable. But she could not understand the white thing he held in his hand which looked like a crumpled sheet of pa per. He crawled forward. She leaned intently toward him, but there was nothing else she could see. There was nothing suspi cious about his movements, ei ther, as he bent down; but she was suddenly certain that he had no good reason for being there. The ship had been in spected. What more was there to be donef She took herself to task for being too suspicious. What right had she to conclude, she asked herself, that when the gray-haired man had nodded, work on Jimmy’s plane should have stopped? Nevertheless, when the work man at last left Jimmy’s plane, dropping lightly out of the cockpit, and walked coolly across the field with a nonchal ant unconcern, her eyes fol lowed him. He still carried the white paper she had seen crum pled in his hand. The man leapt the ropes lightly and made away through the increasing crowd. Natalie stepped back to watch him, at the same time taxing herself for her utter foolishness. Then she gave a sharp little exclama tion of satisfaction. At least she could assuage her suspi cions now. The man had rolled up the pa per into a tiny ball and thrown it with apparent unconcern un der one of the automobiles standing back of the crowd. Then he slipped away, behind the cars. As she hurried across the field- circling in the rear of the waiting motors, Natalie was aware of a murmur of anticipa tion rising behind her. Glanc ing at the watch on her wrist, she nodded to herself; at any second now the two racers might be arriving. She has tened The touring car under which the paper had been thrown was empty of its occupants. No one noticed Natalie as she bent un der the running board and re trieved the paper which the me chanic had thrown there. She carried it away with her; and then, a few feet beyond, when she was certain that there was nr- one to observe wThat she still called her foolishness, she smoothed it. Tt was a small paper bag; and—as she had expected, emp ty. Natalie smiled to herself. “Thus endeth-” She stopped suddenly, wrin kling her nostrils, and then car ried the bag to her nose. Tier Mass Action in Roumania. From Indianapolis News. Roumania has just passed through what, in the uerspective of the years, may become one of the great historic incidents in her national history. For practically a half century the government has been administered by powerful capitalis tic and landed groups, operating for the most nart through tfie Bratianu family. The fall last week of a cabinet headed by a member of the combination, as a result of growing unrest among the masses, was fol lowed by an effort to recreate a ministry from the same elements that, as Individuals, might com mand more popular con iidence. The i attempt did not succeed and, in the end, the regency, speaking in the name of the boy king, Michael, sent for Juliu Maniu, leader of the Peasant party. His cabinet, with himself as pre mier, has been announced. The names make strange reading in the central European monarchy. They are almost wholly representative of the agrarian population. Few of the men have had extensive experience in affairs of state, but they may meet their responsibilities in a manner that will foster the rise of democracy in Roumanla If they do, the week just ended will be one of tremendous significance. The forms | of constitutionalism, long existent, j but never applied in the country in any real sense, may be vitalized. That Is the dream of Maniu, the Transylvanian lawyer. If he falls, the drastic change in cabinet trends will be recorded, in all probability, as a mere episode, proving that the Roumanian masses are not yet ready to exercise power. From all indications the new pre mier will dissolve the present par liament, said to have been chosen in dishonest elections, and will call for a new expression of the people’s wishes. With the present legisla tive body the Maniu ministry could expect little support for its policies. A new election would be tne next step in a transition that, in all Its utter surprise roused the qulcfc exclamation: “Moth balls!” What on earth had moth balls to do with an airplane—what remotest connection f !She was stunned by the very absurdity Of her discovery. It was like comedy, except that it was so unthinkable; her live suspi cions, the pursuit of the me chanic, and then—moth balls. She laughed aloud, but the laugh carried no conviction. It was all very well to laugh, she reflected, and the joke might have been appreciable, except that it was unexplainable. Why moth balls around Jimmy Bran don’s cockpit, any more than, say- snake oilT Next she* became aware of the frantic cheering of the crowds from the direction of those massed about the junction of the dirt road from Manhat tan and the edge of the flying field. Out on the field she saw, as she hurried forward, that the motors of the two planes were being started; mechanics leapt away from the propellers of Jimmy’s plane just as she looked. She was suddenly halted by _ I_i_I__ /'I_C_J a mmu uu uci aim, vuiuuncu with the excitement of the mo ment and her thoughts, she turned wonderingly. “Steady, old girl—you’ll on ly be able to give him a wave, anyhow.” It was Billy, who was run ning beside her—a Billy as nervous and excited as she and attempting vainly to mask his excitement. “Billy!” They halted be hind a thin line that was strvng out now along the roadway. The ropes had been broken down. Down the long stretch came the two cars, masked in a cloud of swirling dust, tear ing on, almost nose and nose, toward the field. Even as Nat alie spoke, the single word was torn from her lips, drowned in a wild cheer from the specta tors. The two motors swept by, with Rogers slightly in the lead. Natalie, as they passed, caught a swift glimpse of Jimmy Bran don’s face- set and yet impas sive in its very sternness and cool concentration on the task ahead and the business of the moment. He was just rising from his seat, the little bag in his hand, swaying for the edge of the car and ready to leap out at it came to a stop. The two powerful motors on the field gave a challenging bull-throated roar. The air was electrified with the intensity of excitement. Some of the crowd broke through the thin cordon of police anti ran out toward the planes. Natalie caught her brother’s arm as he started. “Billy, listen to me. Tell me what happens if you put moth balls in an airplane. It’s one on me.” “Moth balls !” Crane laughed wildly. “Moth balls! He’s about to start, old dear—save your hysterics till afterward.” With that, still laughing, he started off. Suddenly he brought up short, swinging about with a white, startled face. Natalie was just behind him. “Moth balls?” he repeated again. “Did you say moth balls? What about ’em?” “Somebody put some in Jim my’s plane!” she cried. “Good Lord!” Billy stopped aghast; his face was pale and his lips parted. All about them the crowd surged. Cheers resounded, and, farther on, the motors roared deafeningly. “Moth balls!” Crane never knew how hard he gripped his sister’s arm. “In the gas tank. I'll bet! They let you go and then clog up your feed pipe and motor. Jimmy’ll have to land within two hours—and God knows where!” (TO BE CONTINUED) COCKTAIL CAPE A shimmering-sheer pink chiffon cocktail cape is the latest. It is Just waist length, has its scalloped edges embroidered in pailettes and crys tals and scintillating scarf ends tie it. implications, suggests a peaceful j revolution. From Pathfinder. Flo—Dear, I was out shooping and I Just couldn't resist the temp tation to come to the office to see you. Tom—And did you bring the bill with you? —-»» rreim Pathfinder. 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