Explore "The Three Strings" by Natalie Sumner Lincoln on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
MAYNARD'S hail was lost in the exhaust from a nearby automobile and he watched the taxi-cab bearing René La Montagne continue down M Street with mixed feelings, then started at a rapid walk in the direction the cab was going. At Seventeenth Street he saw an empty car, bearing the placard "For hire," coming toward him and promptly stopped the chauffeur.
"See if you can catch up with that car ahead," he directed, pointing to La Montagne's taxi which could just be seen, and sprang into the automobile. But the chauffeur, evidently one of the many inexperienced men who had joined the great army of licensed motorists to supply the public need of vehicles, had stalled his engine and when the car finally started down M Street La Montagne's taxi was nowhere in sight.