merely clung to the tiller and gave that car all the power it had. At the end of the first half mile he was far in the lead and gaining fast.
The crowd, astounded, hysterical with excitement, saw him streak past the grandstand a quarter of a mile ahead of the nearest car following. On the second lap he still gained. Grasping the tiller, never for a second relaxing that terrific speed, he spun around the course again, driving as if the field was at his heels.
He roared in at the finish, a full half mile ahead of the nearest car, in a three-mile race.
News of the feat went around the world, and in one day Ford was hailed as a mechanical genius.
Couzens brought the group of business men down to the track, and before Oldfield was out of the car they had made an appointment to meet Ford next day and form a company. The race had convinced them.
"Some people can't see a thing unless it is written in letters a mile high and then illustrated with a diagram," Ford says meditatively.
During the following week a company was formed, and Ford was made vice-president, general manager, superintendent, master mechanic and designer. He held a small block of stock and was paid a salary of $150 a month, the same amount he had drawn while working for the Edison company.
He was satisfied. The salary was plenty for
