The Race

AN EXCITING INCIDENT

occurred. The next car was signalled after a lapse of some minutes, and the cry arose, "Two cars." Two cars there were, and as they tore down the hill to the Stand it was seen that the first was Owen, followed only by a matter of some 10 yards away by Jenatzy. The pace was a terrific one as they loomed up big to the view. As the cheers rose heartily to greet the oncoming riders, Jenatzy raised his hand to his cap to acknowledge the compliment, and a second afterwards as both hands grasped the steering wheel his machine seemed to leap in the air like a living thing and pass Owen. It was the first great feat of the day, and gave everyone something to talk about until Jarrott, going in grand style, swept past six minutes later. Then came Gabriel with his great Mors car, making a noise like thunder, and causing the earth to vibrate as the machine, with incredible speed, tore along at a rate which experts calculated must be close on seventy miles an hour. De Caters was the next to report himself, and then Winton, whose carburetter[sic] had choken[sic] when first he faced the starter, was sent off at ten minutes to nine to ride a forlorn hope, his lapsed time being, of course, counted against him. Farman and Keene passed on the completion of their round shortly afterwards, thus leaving Mooers and Stocks unaccounted for. The first round had been practically completed, Mooers and Stocks having failed to put in an appearance within their approximate times, when it became evident that something had broken down in the case of these riders. Subsequently it transpired that Stocks' machine came to grief at Carlow, owing to its driver taking a wrong turn in error and running into a wire fence, to the disablement of the mechanism. Fortunately Mr. Stocks himself escaped with but a slight shock. This mishap was, alas! only a minor item in the