Boy's Cinema (1930-31)

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Every. Tuesday over a hunclred-and-thirty, he and Pat sudden iy became aware of a fierce heat playing on them. "Bcgorra!" yelled the Irishman, in a voice that was almost drowned by the cngine-i'oar. "She's on foire 1" Ho was right. A trail- of flame limned the sleek form of Car Number Seven. The wind drove it along the gleaming body and swept the cruel, lurid tongues into the cockpit to • blister driver and mechanic. A whirling stream of smoke wrapped the red-hot exhaust pipes and enveloped tho racer's two occupants in strangling clouds. "Car on fire!" shrilled tho voice of tho announcer at the speedway. "Car Number—Car Number Seven!" Bob drove on grimly. He could see Pollard's Hayden just ahead of him, and soon tho Brown Special was clinging io its tail. Another mile and the speed- way would be reached, tho track circled for the last spurt to the finishing-line ! Number Seven crept up on its rival. Wreathed in flame and scurrying fumes, it moved abreast, held its position quivoringly for thirty desperate seconds, and then stole ahead. " Cars Number Seven and Three approaching the track " The masses in the stands rose as one. Tension and excitement were at fever- pitch, but the sentiment of .Tune .Madi- son and her father was anxiety. The Brown Special was on fire, and the two men in :ts cockpit were in peril of their lives! " Number Seven is blazing, but her driver is staying the course. Nimiber Seven takes the lead !" Tho cars thundered on to the track. BOY'S CINEMA and a simultaneous cry arose from n hundred thousand throats as Number Seven stormed into view, with fire a:id smoke beating back into the faces of driver and mechanic. The Brown Special slackened momon tarily as Bob's foot eased up on tho accelerator. Flames were rising througn tho floor-boards, searing his legs. He was in agony, and out of the corner o! his eye he saw that Pat Hecley was sinking lower in his seat, half-stupefied by the pain of his burns and the wild smother of smoke. Gua Pollard's Hayden pushed level, and, skidding on the banking of a bend, regained the lead. But next instant Bob had crammed his foot on tlie accelerator again, and, hitting tho straight, he fought abreast once more. The stands were in an uproar, but Bob did not hear the din of shouting, and scarcely heard tho dual scream of the engines. His brain was reeling. He was driving automatically now, his tor- tured body obeying the fierce resolution of his iron will. Then suddenly his mind grasped the fact that something else was amiss. A vicious drag on tho ofTside front wheel told him that another danger had been added to the peril of the flames. Spud Rossiter's handiwork was begin- ning to reveal itself, had Bob but known it. But he only knew that the racer was threatening to leave the straight, and his hands clenched on the steering wheel like grim death. Fifty yards in, front of him Bob saw the checked flag fluttering in the hands of the official at the finishing-lino, and 25 ho forced the last ounce of power out of tho Brown Special. Number Seven moved ahead, rocking crazily, but making certain of the lead. Ten yards in advance of Pollard's Hayden, it crossed the line in a stream of smoke and fire, and the checked flag signalled Bob's triumph with a tlourisli as a vast throng rose in one mass and cheered him frantically. Up in the grand-stand, James IMadi- son wheeled towards the discomfited Mitchell. "Well, Dan," he said, "I'm afraid we've won, and your " Ho never finished the sentence. The cheering ceased, and was succeeded almost instantly by a shout of horror, a shout that almost drowned the shriek which sprang to the lips of June. For, immediately beyond the line, the offside front wheel of Number Seven came adrift, and next moment tho Brown Special swept round in a mad spin and crashed near the fencing of tho track. The car could be seen lying on ite side amidst a welter of dust and black smoke, with lurid tongues of flame belching from it. Mitchell looked at Madison and saw that his face was ashen hue. "Yes, Madison," he said hoarsely, "your Brown Special won—and killed Darrow." (Don't miss next week's enthralling episode of this thrilling serial. By per- mission of the Universal Pictures. Ltd , starring Tim McCoy and Marion Shockley.) AEcwmotc miles to go A FEW more weary miles to go before time for Wrigley's. The delightfiil flavour of Wrigley's Chewing Gum will buck you up—wUl refresh the mouth and take away the parched feeling. And Wrigley's " after every meal " will aid digestion and cleanse the teeth. In two flavours—P.K., a pure pepper- mint flavour; and Spearmint, a pure mint leaf flavour. Only id. a packet, but tlie finest quality money can buy. The flavour lasts — British made RIGLEY 1 PER PACKET SepUniber 2etb, 1931.