But I must run back to the folks now.

Won't you come and meet them ?" Before Helen could answer someone shouted, "They're getting ready for the start," and everybody looked down the hill toward the place where the racing machines were sputtering and roaring in their clouds of blue smoke.
Helen caught up the field glasses to look, saying, "We can't go now, Kitty.

You stay here with us until after the race is started; then we'll go." As Helen lowered the glasses Stanford, who had come to stand beside the automobile, reached out his hand.

"Let me have a look, Helen.

They say my old friend, Judge Morris, is the official starter." He put the field glasses to his eyes.