228 The Bold Bad Bicycle.

a few hours. of sport, grew tired of the noise
and confusion, and went out into the country.
As he went at the rate of five miles a minute, he
found himself in about five minutes twenty-five
miles away on a lovely wooded country road.
There he stopped to rest, for he was tired, ‘“rub-
ber tires,” you know. Oh, what a glorious morn-
ing he had spent. He had laughed so much to
see everybody flying from him, and then, when
they had tried to catch him, that surely was fun-
nier than all.

While he was laughing again at the remem-
brance, two boys came up to him.

“T wonder who that stunning machine belongs
to, said one.

“To somebody who is very careless to leave it
here,” said the other.

“Let ’s try it, just for a few feet,” and the first
speaker raised one leg to mount, when, wAzzz, all
they saw of the Bicycle was a small black speck
on a hill about two miles off! The boys were
badly frightened, I assure you.

At last, the Bicycle felt that it was time for