Reginald McNamara lay unconscious on a board track in Madison Square Garden. The judge's watch said quarter to eleven. In a quarter of an hour the six-day race would be over and McNamara, the iron man, whose muscles are stronger than bicycle chains and whose will is a spinning-wheel that never stops, would have shown once more that nobody can beat him. For five days, 23¾ hours, he had almost continuously led the fieldthen a crash at the corner, a spill over the handlebars, and he lay beside his partner, Linari. The...
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