And
Peter said yes; his blood was up, he was full of the spirit of the
hunt, he wanted to be in at the death, regardless of everything.
Section 59
The motor purred softly, and the car sped as if upon wings thru the
suburbs of American City, and to the country beyond. There were cars
in front, and other cars behind, a long stream of white lights
flying out into the country. They came to a grove of big pine trees,
which rose two or three feet thick, like church arches, and covered
the ground beneath them with a soft, brown carpet. It was a
well-known picnic place, and here all the cars were gathering by
appointment. Evidently it had all been pre-arranged, with that
efficiency which is the pride of 100% Americans. A man with a black
mask over his face stood in the center of the grove, and shouted his
directions thru a megaphone, and each car as it swept in ranged
itself alongside the next car in a broad circle, more than a hundred
feet across. These cars of the younger members of the Chamber of
Commerce and the Merchants' and Manufacturers' Association were well
behaved--they were accustomed to sliding precisely into place
according to orders of a megaphone man, when receptions were being
given, or when the younger members and their wives and
fiancees, clad in soft silks and satins, came rolling up to
their dinner-parties and dances.
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