Some of the
spectators were getting weary and leaving. The band played
spasmodically.
Suddenly Tom saw the red car shoot to one side of the track,
toward a charging station; The green car followed.
"That's our cue!" cried the young inventor "We need a little
more 'juice' and now is the time to get it."
The lad ran to the shed where his charging wires were, and they
were connected in a trice. He allowed twenty-five minutes for the
charging, as he knew with his improved battery he could get
enough current in that time to finish the contest. Before the red
and green car drivers had finished installing new batteries, for
they could not recharge as quickly as could our hero, Tom was on
the track again. But, in a little while, his two rivals were
after him.
It was now a spectacular race. Around and around swept the
three big cars. All the others were practically out of it. The
crowd became lively airs. Mile after mile was reeled off. The day
was passing. Tired and covered with dust from the track, Tom
still sat at the steering wheel.
"Two laps more!" cried Mr. Sharp, as the starter's pistol gave
this warning. "Can you get away from 'em, Tom?"
The red and the green cars were following closely.
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