Chester to me. "You cannot use
your bicycle."
Before I could answer, the elderly woman exclaimed: "You ought to come
in, Mrs. Chester! This is no place for you! Suppose that beast should
break loose again! Let the gentleman settle it with the man."
I do not think my hostess wanted to go, but she accompanied her grim
companion into the house.
"I suppose there is no place near here where I can have a new tire put
on this wheel?" said I to the stable-man.
"Not nearer than Waterton," he replied; "but we could take you and
your machine there in a wagon."
"That's so," said the boy. "I'll drive."
I glared upon the two fellows as if they had been a couple of fiends
who were trying to put a drop of poison into my cup of joy. To be
dolefully driven to Waterton by that boy! What a picture! How
different from my picture!
The Italian sat down on the ground and embraced his knees with his
arms. He moaned and groaned, and declared over and over again that he
was ruined; that he had no money to pay.
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