From the Car Behind. Eleanor M. Ingram

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066161019

Table of Contents

       ILLUSTRATIONS

       I

       THE KID AMATEUR

       II

       CORRIE AND HIS OTHER FELLOW

       III

       THE HOUSEHOLD OF ROSES

       IV

       ISABEL

       V

       THE VASE OF AL-MANSOR

       VI

       WRECK

       VII

       "THE GREATEST OF THESE"

       VIII

       AFTERMATH

       IX

       THE HOUSE AT THE TURN

       X

       SENTENCE OF ERROR

       XI

       GERARD'S MAN

       XII

       THE MAKING GOOD

       XIII

       THE TITAN'S DRIVER

       XIV

       VAL DE ROSAS

       XV

       THE STRENGTH OF TEN

       XVI

       THE WHITE ROAD OF HONOR

       XVII

       THE END OF THE ROAD

ILLUSTRATIONS

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THE KID AMATEUR

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      Gerard paused on the steps of the cement plateau overlooking the racetrack, his eyebrows lifting in the wave of humor glinting across his face like sunlight over quiet water.

      "What?" he wondered. "Who——"

      The grinning mechanician who had just come across from the row of training-camps opposite supplied the information.

      "Oh, that's Rose's rose. Ain't he awful tweet?" he mocked.

      Gerard continued to smile, but his clear amber eyes grew keenly appraising as they followed the flight of the rose-colored racing car around the circular track.

      "He can drive," he gave laconic verdict.

      "Sure," assented the mechanician. "But he'll be the last rose of summer, all right, when the race comes off. He'll not last twenty-four hours—a kid amateur. If you ain't coming over, I'll lead myself back to my job."

      "You never can tell," warned Gerard, tolerantly. "No, I'm not coming over, Rupert; run along."

      He moved over to one of the grand-stand seats, as he spoke, and sat down, leaning on the rail with an easy movement of his supple figure. That was the first characteristic strangers usually noted in him: an exquisite Hellenic grace of strength and faultless proportion. He was a man's beauty, as distinguished from a beauty-man; other men were given to admiring him extravagantly and unresentfully. Unresentfully, because of his utter practicality and matter-of-fact atmosphere.

      The afternoon sunshine glittered goldenly across the huge, green field and the mile track circling it, where four racing cars sped in practice contest. Two of them were painted