Frank Lucius Packard

From Now On Frank Lucius Packard

A WILD and prolonged roar came from every quarter of the race track. It swelled in volume. It came again and again. Pandemonium itself seemed loosed. Outside the enclosure, a squat, fat man, the perspiration rolling in streams down his face, tugged at his collar with frantic, nervous jerks, as he leaned in over the side of a highpowered car, and with his other hand gripped at the arm of the young man in the driver's seat.