“I shall stay right here until you return,” said the doctor, knowing this would make Shirley less worried about Jimmy during her absence.
Shirley nodded and passed out of the room ahead of her friends.
The Willing touring car stood in front of the hotel, and the chauffeur—a man Mr. Willing had hired because he knew the town—was waiting.
Shirley stood aside while Mabel and Dick climbed in, and then she got in after them.
“To the race track,” she commanded, “and hurry.”
Mabel looked at her watch.
“Twenty-five minutes to one,” she remarked.
“Good,” replied Shirley. “We’ll make it.”
CHAPTER XXIX.—THE DERBY.
All Louisville, it seemed, was at the Derby that day.