True, he could ride easily, and travel long distances, but he could only mount by means of the somewhat clumsy process of hopping behind for several yards.
Once up, however, he went swiftly enough alongside his tall companion, and the two friends thereafter kept abreast.
"Oh! isn"t it a charming sensation to have the cool air fanning one"s cheeks, and feel the soft tremor of the wheel, and see the trees and houses flow past at such a pace? It is the likest thing to flying I ever felt," said Welland, as they descended a slight incline at, probably, fifteen miles an hour.
"It is delightful," replied Sam, "but, I say, we better put on the brakes here a bit. It gets much steeper further down."
Instead of applying the brake, however, young Welland, in the exuberance of his joy, threw his long legs over the handles, and went down the slope at railway speed, ready, as he remarked, for a jump if anything should go wrong.
Twitter was by no means as bold as his friend, but, being ashamed to show the white feather, he quietly threw his shorter legs over the handles, and thus the two, perched--from a fore-and-aft point of view-- upon nothing, went in triumph to the bottom of the hill.
A long stretch of smooth level road now lay before them. It required the merest touch on the treadles to send them skimming along like skaters on smooth ice, or swallows flying low. Like gentle ghosts they fleeted along with little more than a m.u.f.fled sound, for their axles turned in ball-sockets and their warning bells were silent save when touched.
Onward they went with untiring energy, mile after mile, pa.s.sing everything on the way--pedestrians, equestrians, carts and gigs; driving over the level ground with easy force, taking the hills with a rush to keep up the pace, and descending on the other sides at what Welland styled a "lightning run."
Now they were skimming along a road which skirted the margin of a ca.n.a.l, the one with hands in his coat-pockets, the other with his arms crossed, and both steering with their feet; now pa.s.sing under a railway-arch, and giving a wild shout, partly to rouse the slumbering echoes that lodged there, and partly to rouse the spirit of a small dog which chanced to be pa.s.sing under it--in both cases successfully! Anon they were gliding over a piece of exposed ground on which the sun beat with intense light, causing their shadows to race along with them. Again they were down in a hollow, gliding under a row of trees, where they shut off a little of the steam and removed their caps, the better to enjoy the grateful shade. Soon they were out in the sunshine again, the spokes of their wheels invisible as they topped a small eminence from the summit of which they took in one comprehensive view of undulating lands, with villages scattered all round, farm-houses here and there, green fields and flowering meadows, traversed by rivulet or ca.n.a.l, with cattle, sheep, and horses gazing at them in silent or startled wonder, and birds twittering welcome from the trees and hedge-rows everywhere.
Now they were crossing a bridge and nearing a small town where they had to put hands to the handles again and steer with precaution, for little dogs had a tendency to bolt out at them from unexpected corners, and poultry is p.r.o.ne to lose its heads and rush into the very jaws of danger, in a cackling effort to avoid it. Stray kittens and pigs, too, exhibited obstinate tendencies, and only gave in when it was nearly too late for repentance. Little children, also, became sources of danger, standing in the middle of roads until, perceiving a possible catastrophe, they dashed wildly aside--always to the very side on which the riders had resolved to pa.s.s,--and escaped by absolute miracle!
Presently they came to a steep hill. It was not steep enough to necessitate dismounting, but it rendered a rush inadvisable. They therefore worked up slowly, and, on gaining the top, got off to breathe and rest a while.
"That _was_ a glorious run, wasn"t it, Sam?" said Welland, flicking the dust from his knees with his handkerchief. "What d"ye say to a gla.s.s of beer?"
"Can"t do it, Stephen, I"m Blue Ribbon."
"Oh! nonsense. Why not do as I do--drink in moderation?"
"Well, I didn"t think much about it when I put it on," said Sam, who was a very sensitive, and not very strong-minded youth; "the rest of us did it, you know, by father"s advice, and I joined because they did."
Welland laughed rather sarcastically at this, but made no rejoinder, and Sam, who could not stand being laughed at, said--
"Well, come, I"ll go in for one gla.s.s. I"ll be my own doctor, and prescribe it medicinally! Besides, it"s an exceptional occasion this, for it is awfully hot."
"It"s about the best run I ever had in the same s.p.a.ce of time," said Welland on quitting the beer shop.
"First-rate," returned Sam, "I wish my old dad could ride with us. He _would_ enjoy it so."
"Couldn"t we bring him out on a horse? He could ride that, I suppose?"
"Never saw him on a horse but once," said Sam, "and that time he fell off. But it"s worth suggesting to him."
"Better if he got a tricycle," said Welland.
"I don"t think that would do, for he"s too old for long rides, and too short-winded. Now, Stephen, I"m not going to run down this hill. We _must_ take it easy, for it"s far too steep."
"Nonsense, man, it"s nothing to speak of; see, I"ll go first and show you the way."
He gave the treadle a thrust that sent him off like an arrow from a bow.
"Stay! there"s a caravan or something at the bottom--wild beasts" show, I think! Stop! hold on!"
But Sam Twitter shouted in vain. Welland"s was a joyous spirit, apt to run away with him. He placed his legs over the handles for security, and allowed the machine to run. It gathered speed as it went, for the hill became steeper, insomuch that the rider once or twice felt the hind-wheel rise, and had to lean well back to keep it on the ground.
The pace began to exceed even Welland"s idea of pleasure, but now it was too late to use the brake, for well did he know that on such a slope and going at such a pace the slightest check on the front wheel would send him over. He did not feel alarmed however, for he was now near the bottom of the hill, and half a minute more would send him in safety on the level road at the foot.
But just at the foot there was a sharpish turn in the road, and Welland looked at it earnestly. At an ordinary pace such a turn could have been easily taken, but at such a rate as he had by that time attained, he felt it would require a tremendous lean over to accomplish it. Still he lost no confidence, for he was an athlete by practice if not by profession, and he gathered up his energies for the moment of action.
The people of the caravan--whoever they were--had seen him coming, and, beginning to realise his danger to some extent, had hastily cleared the road to let him pa.s.s.
Welland considered the rate of speed; felt, rather than calculated, the angle of inclination; leaned over boldly until the tire almost slipped sideways on the road, and came rushing round with a magnificent sweep, when, horrible sight! a slight ridge of what is called road-metal crossed the entire road from side to side! A drain or water pipe had recently been repaired, and the new ridge had not yet been worn down by traffic. There was no time for thought or change of action. Another moment and the wheel was upon it, the crash came, and the rider went off with such force that he was shot well in advance of the machine, as it went with tremendous violence into the ditch. If Welland"s feet had been on the treadles he must have turned a complete somersault. As it was he alighted on his feet, but came to the ground with such force that he failed to save himself. One frantic effort he made and then went down headlong and rolled over on his back in a state of insensibility.
When Sam Twitter came to the bottom of the hill with the brake well applied he was able to check himself in time to escape the danger, and ran to where his friend lay.
For a few minutes the unfortunate youth lay as if he had been dead.
Then his blood resumed its flow, and when the eyes opened he found Sam kneeling on one side of him with a smelling bottle which some lady had lent him, and a kindly-faced elderly man with an iron-grey beard kneeling on the other side and holding a cup of water to his lips.
"That"s right, Stephen, look up," said Sam, who was terribly frightened, "you"re not much hurt, are you?"
"Hurt, old fellow, eh?" sighed Stephen, "why should I be hurt? Where am I? What has happened?"
"Take a sip, my young friend, it will revive you," said the man with the kindly face. "You have had a narrow escape, but G.o.d has mercifully spared you. Try to move now; gently--we must see that no bones have been broken before allowing you to rise."
By this time Welland had completely recovered, and was anxious to rise; all the more that a crowd of children surrounded him, among whom he observed several ladies and gentlemen, but he lay still until the kindly stranger had felt him all over and come to the conclusion that no serious damage had been done.
"Oh! I"m all right, thank you," said the youth on rising, and affecting to move as though nothing had happened, but he was constrained to catch hold of the stranger rather suddenly, and sat down on the gra.s.s by the road-side.
"I do believe I"ve got a shake after all," he said with a perplexed smile and sigh. "But," he added, looking round with an attempt at gaiety, "I suspect my poor bicycle has got a worse shake. Do look after it, Sam, and see how it is."
Twitter soon returned with a crestfallen expression. "It"s done for, Stephen. I"m sorry to say the whole concern seems to be mashed up into a kind of wire-fencing!"
"Is it past mending, Sam?"
"Past mending by any ordinary blacksmith, certainly. No one but the maker can doctor it, and I should think it would take him a fortnight at least."
"What is to be done?" said Stephen, with some of his companion"s regret of tone. "What a fool I was to take such a hill--spoilt such a glorious day too--for you as well as myself, Sam. I"m _very_ sorry, but that won"t mend matters."
"Are you far from home, gentlemen?" asked the man with the iron-grey beard, who had listened to the conversation with a look of sympathy.
"Ay, much too far to walk," said Welland. "D"you happen to know how far off the nearest railway station is?"
"Three miles," answered the stranger, "and in your condition you are quite unfit to walk that distance."
"I"m not so sure of that," replied the youth, with a pitiful look. "I think I"m game for three miles, if I had nothing to carry but myself, but I can"t leave my bicycle in the ditch, you know!"
"Of course you can"t," rejoined the stranger in a cheery tone, "and I think we can help you in this difficulty. I am a London City Missionary. My name is John Seaward. We have, as you see, brought out a number of our Sunday-school children, to give them a sight of G.o.d"s beautiful earth; poor things, they"ve been used to bricks, mortar, and stone all their lives. .h.i.therto. Now, if you choose to spend the remainder of the day with us, we will be happy to give you and the injured bicycle a place in our vans till we reach a cabstand or a railway station. What say you? It will give much pleasure to me and the teachers."
Welland glanced at his friend. "You see, Sam, there"s no help for it, old boy. You"ll have to return alone."
"Unless your friend will also join us," said the missionary.