Richard Harding Davis,
The Boy Scout
“ It was his experience that a sixty-horsepower racing-machine is a jealous mistress. For retrospective, sentimental, or philanthropic thoughts she grants no leave of absence. But he had not escaped. Jimmie had halted him, tripped him by the heels and set him again to thinking. Within the half-hour that followed those who rolled past saw at the side of the road a car with her engine running, and leaning upon the [19] wheel, as unconscious of his surroundings as though he sat at his own fireplace, a young man who frowned and stared at nothing. ”
