loren and ralph often declared that if tom bigden's "cheek" had not been "monumental," he never could have lived through the winter as he did. he went everywhere, and although, to quote from the canvas canoe, he did not "shoot off his chin" quite as much as he formerly did, or take as deep an interest in things, he did not by any means keep in the background, as most boys would have done under like circumstances. as time wore on, he and his cousins began telling one another that prime did not confine himself to the truth when he said that every one in the village knew how intimate tom and matt coyle had been during the two last summers, for certainly he was as well treated and as cordially received wherever he went as he ever was. joe wayring and his friends always

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had a good word for him, and that went far toward satisfying tom that they did not believe he had anything to do with the loss of the canvas canoe or with the no-man's pond affair. it was not long before their example and silent influence began to tell upon tom, who more than once astonished his cousins by saying, in their hearing, that he believed it would be worth while for him to turn over a new leaf and try to lead a better life.

meanwhile joe and his chums thoroughly enjoyed themselves in a quiet way, as boys always do when they have abounding health, clear consciences, and plenty of things around them to make life pleasant. in company with some of their school-fellows, of whom tom bigden and his cousins generally made three, they paid several visits to indian river to fish through the ice for pickerel, going friday night and returning saturday. they saw any amount of sport during these short outings, and always brought home a fine string of fish; but they never drew so valuable a prize from the river as joe and his friends did when they went there during the winter vacation. noth

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ing ever happened to mar their pleasure during these encampments, not even when roy took tom bigden to task somewhat sharply for shooting a grouse after the first of january. tom pleaded ignorance of the law, promised never to do it again, and so the offense was overlooked.

but winter with its storms and drifts and sports passed away, and spring came with the usual alternations of driving rains and high winds which quickly cleared the lake of ice, and made the huge limbs of the grand old trees on the lawn sway about in every direction. finally the croaking of frogs was heard from the marshes and the maple buds appeared; whereupon sleds, skates and toboggans were tumbled unceremoniously into some convenient corner, to be taken care of when other duties were not quite so pressing, and joe and his inseparable companions shouldered their double-barrels and sallied out in search of snipe. but in due time hunting gave way to trout-fishing; and i have heard it said that old durability held his own, and captured quite as many fish as any rod that was brought

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into competition with him. occasionally i heard joe boast over some extra fine strings fly-rod had taken for him; but as i was kept closely confined to my quarters i did not see them.

at last my time came. as soon as the spring rains ceased and the mud disappeared and the roads became ridable, i was taken out for a spin. at first joe rode with considerable caution, for he was afraid (so he told his chums) that i might "kick up and throw him"; but his skill came back with practice, and before a week had passed we were on exceedingly good terms. he devoted nearly all his leisure time to me, and although he kept up his membership with the various organizations to which he belonged, he was not unfrequently called upon to hand over a fine that had been imposed upon him for non-attendance of drills and parades. of course the annual review of the mount airy fire department was not forgotten, but the canoe meet was, and for the first time in years the summer passed without a single struggle for the championship of mirror lake. the boys who were enthusiastic

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canoeists twelve months ago were earnest wheelmen now.

as soon as the weather became settled a new question presented itself to joe wayring and his friends, and it was one that could not be decided at a moment's notice. up to this time it had been understood that there was but one place at which their summer vacation could be passed, and that place was indian lake; but four weeks of comparative inactivity were not to be thought of this year.

"of course if we go to the lake we shall have more fishing and see less excitement than we did last year and the year before, because matt coyle will not be there to trouble us," said arthur. "but rolling about on a blanket under the shade of an evergreen is slow work compared with a brisk run over good roads on a horse who never tires, and who asks nothing but a good rubbing, and no oats, when his day's task is done, to keep him in good trim. camping out makes a fellow too lazy for any use; and i am not as much in favor of being lazy as i used to be."

"it is quite the fashion for wheelmen to

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start off singly or in small parties, and travel through the country and see what they can find that is worth looking at," said roy. "let's send for a guide-book and go somewhere."

"that's what i say," replied joe. "but what guide-book shall we send for, and where shall we go?"

"through our own state, of course. uncle joe wayring says that a fellow ought not to visit foreign countries until he has seen the wonders of his own."

"of course it is a settled thing that we three spend this vacation on the road," said joe. "and when we start, i propose that we go prepared to stop wherever night overtakes us. then if we can't find a hotel, or if the farmers object to taking in strangers who have no letters of introduction, we can camp by the road-side, and snap our fingers at people who live in houses and sleep under shingle roofs."

"how about the grub?" said arthur.

"oh, that'll be all right. we do not intend to go outside of a fence, and consequently we

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can purchase supplies anywhere along the road."

"we mustn't forget to take our pocket fishing-tackle cases with us and—say, fellows," exclaimed roy, suddenly interrupting himself, "i saw an advertisement the other day, of a stevens rifle furnished with a bicycle case, and it struck me at once that it would be a nice thing to have along on a trip of this kind. if we have one or two of those handy little weapons in the party, we can shoot a mess of young squirrels as often as we get hungry between times."

"i wish we had just one more year on our shoulders," said arthur, "for then we could apply for admittance to the league of american wheelmen. no doubt we would find friends in it who could give us pointers."

"the year will pass soon enough, and when it has gone you may wish it back again," replied joe. "it makes no difference if we are not in the league. wheelmen are always good to one another, and i shall make it my business to bounce every strange bicyclist who comes to town, if i can catch him. if he

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has been on the road i will get some ideas out of him before i let up."

roy and arthur said that was a suggestion worth acting upon, and the three made such good use of the opportunities that were constantly presented that by the time the school term was ended and the long vacation came, they considered themselves fully posted on all important matters relating to their proposed run across the state and back. the strange wheelmen who now and then ran into mount airy for a day or two proved to be a jolly, companionable lot of fellows, and full of stories of the road which they were as ready to tell as the boys were to listen to them.

"let me give you one word of warning," said a bronzed bicyclist, who had come all the way from omaha on his wheel: "do not neglect your training for a single day. i've no doubt that you can run all round this little burg without feeling any the worse for it, but you will find that three or four days in the saddle will test your endurance. i remember of hearing of a couple of wheelmen who started

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to run from cleveland to buffalo. they made no special preparation for the journey, believing, no doubt, that their short daily runs had sufficiently hardened their muscles; but when they reached their destination they were in a somewhat demoralized condition. they hung around the genesee house for a day or two, and took the cars when they wanted to go home."

"we'll never do that," said arthur. "if our wheels take us away from home they must bring us back."

"well," said the veteran, "you will find that it will take a good many motions with the pedals to carry you over a journey of seven hundred miles; but get yourselves in good trim before you start, inquire your way at every place you stop, steer clear of tramps, look out for skittish horses, keep off the tow-path, don't get mad if you meet some old curmudgeon who will not give you your share of the road, and you will come out all right and have a splendid time besides. you'll sleep as you never slept before, eat every crumb placed within your reach on the table,

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and handle things as though there was no break to them."

"why should we give the tow-path a wide berth?" inquired roy. "our guide-book says that the road from new london to bloomingdale is knee-deep in sand, and advises all wheelmen going that way to take to the tow-path."

"you'll find the unspeakable mule there," replied their new friend, "and he'll get you into trouble with the canalers. now, a mule doesn't care any more for a bike than he does for the boat he is towing; but he pretends that he is very much afraid of it. i have seen them turn like a flash and run as if they were scared half to death: but it was all put on, for they were always careful to stop before they took up all the slack in the tow-line, and got themselves jerked off off the path into the canal. of course that makes the steersman mad, and he tells you what he thinks of you and your wheel in the first words that come into his mind. besides, a fellow on a bike offers so tempting a mark that no canal boy i ever saw can resist firing a stone at him. if

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he don't throw at you, it will be because he can't find anything before you get out of range."

"if a fellow should try that on me i'd run him down and give him such a thrashing that he'd not trouble the next wheelman who came along," said tom bigden, who happened to come up while the conversation was in progress.

"i wouldn't advise you to try it," said the stranger, with a light laugh. "in the first place you couldn't catch him, for as soon as he saw that you were overhauling him, he would leave the tow-path and take to the rocks; and while you were following him, if you were foolish enough to do it, some of his companions would run up and tumble your machine into the canal. the easiest way is the best."

"i suppose we shall find the country people all right?" said joe.

"w-e-l-l,—yes; the majority of them are all right, but now and then you will find a mean one even among the farmers, who will tell you that your machines are a nuisance because they scare the horses; and if you meet

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such a man as that on the road, he'll take particular pains to crowd you off into the ditch. take it by and large, the road is an admirable school for young fellows like you. you've got to take the bad with the good in this world, and make up your minds that what can't be cured must be endured."

"so it seems that even 'cycling has its shadowy side," said roy, as he and his friends walked homeward after thanking the omaha wheelman for the advice and information he had given them. "tramps and canalers must be avoided, and we mustn't get angry when some crusty old fellow pushes us off the road."

"and there are the dogs," said arthur. "but he didn't say anything about them, did he?"

"no; but other wheelmen have, and i should think that in some places (in the south, for instance, where every granger keeps half a dozen or more worthless curs around him) they would be a big source of annoyance," said joe. "but others have gone through all right, and we are going, too."

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"i wonder if tom bigden and his cousin are going anywhere," said arthur. "if they are i hope they will take some route that will lead them out of our line of travel."

the others hoped so, too. while they tried to live in peace with tom, they did not care to have him for a traveling companion.

joe and his chums thought it best to heed the omaha man's friendly word of caution, and if they had ridden hard before, they rode harder now. a ten-mile spin in the cool of the evening was an every-day occurrence. of course they did not ride on sunday, and, furthermore, they did not think much of a fellow who did.

the morning set for the start dawned clear and bright, and after an early breakfast joe wayring waved his adieu to the family who had assembled on the porch to see him off, and wheeled gaily out of his father's grounds just in time to meet arthur hastings. picking up roy sheldon a few minutes later, the three set off at a lively pace over a good road, their long journey being fairly begun. the trunks which contained most of their luggage had

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been forwarded to the wheelmen's headquarters at new london, with the request that they might be held until called for; but several handy little articles, which they might need at any time, were made up into neat bundles and tied to their safety-bars. of course their lamps and cyclometers were in their places, and so were their buffalo tool-bags; and each boy carried slung over his shoulder a bicycle gun-case containing a fourteen-inch pocket rifle. they were innocent-looking little pop-guns, but "spiteful things to shoot," and one of them came very near bringing the boys into serious trouble.

"i wouldn't take a dollar for my chance of enjoying myself this trip," said roy, as he wheeled into line behind his companions. "during our two last outings matt coyle and his interesting family made things quite too lively to suit me, but they'll not bother us any more. now isn't this glorious? i remember of reading somewhere that if one has a hankering for wings, and feels as if he would like to glide out into space and leave the world with its cares and troubles behind, all he

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has to do is to buy a bicycle, and learn to ride it."

roy's companions must have felt a good deal as he did, for both of them had something to say about the "joys that no one but a wheelman knows," but their exuberance of spirit did not lead them to commit the blunder of riding hard at the start. when they drew up in front of wheelmen's headquarters in new london that night, their cyclometers registered thirty-six miles; not a very speedy run, to be sure, but then they had not set out with any intention of trying to break the record. in accordance with their request the hotel clerk assigned them to rooms "as close together as he could get them," and after seeing their wheels safely stored, the boys disappeared for a while to remove all travel-stains from their hands, faces and clothing. then they ate a hearty supper, and adjourned to the reading-room to decide where they would spend the evening. a long time had elapsed since they last visited new london, and they had planned to remain in the city until they had taken a look at all the new

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things there were to be seen. that would take three or four days, they thought; but, as it happened, some strange events occurred which prolonged their stay, and threatened at one time to bring their trip to an inglorious close.

"what's going on to-night, any way?" said arthur, picking up a paper and glancing at the advertisements that appeared under the heading "amusements!" "some pianist, with an unpronounceable name, assisted by a celebrated baritone, is to hold forth at the academy of music."

"let's take that in," said joe; and the matter was settled, for all the boys liked to listen to good music.

having plenty of time at their disposal joe and his companions strolled leisurely along, taking note of all that passed in their immediate vicinity, and now and then stopping to look in at a show-window, especially if it chanced to be one in which bicycle goods or hunting and fishing equipments were displayed. that, i believe, is characteristic of people, both old and young, who are not accustomed to the sights of a big city—a sort of

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distinguishing trait, so to speak. at any rate the interest that joe and his chums seemed to take in the well-filled windows attracted the attention of a spruce young fellow, who after following them for an entire block, and looking up and down the street as if to make sure that his movements were unobserved, stepped up to the nearest of the boys and tapped him on the shoulder.

"beg pardon," said he, smilingly, as arthur hastings turned and faced him. "you young gentlemen are wheelmen, i take it."

arthur replied that the stranger had hit center the very first time trying.

"members of the l.a.w.?"

"no, but we hope to be next year. you see we are not quite eighteen yet. do you ride?"

"certainly. owned a bike ever since i was knee-high to a duck. wouldn't know how to exist without it. going anywhere? if you are, perhaps some of us can be of assistance to you."

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always found wheelmen ready to tell us anything we wanted to know."

"best lot of fellows in the world," replied the stranger, with enthusiasm. "and the best of it is, you will find them wherever you go. a wheel is a passport to the best society in the land. you don't live in the city? i thought not. you are from the country."

"what makes you think that?" inquired joe.

"didn't we get it all off?" exclaimed roy, turning first one side, then the other, and giving his uniform a good looking-over. "i'm sure i used my brush the best i knew how."

"yes, it is pretty dusty, that's a fact," said the stranger. "i ought to know, for i have been on the road myself to-day. there's nothing about you or your uniforms to attract attention, but i knew you were from the country the minute i put my eyes on you, because you are so careless with your money. look at that. if it hadn't been for me you would have lost it, beyond a doubt."

so saying he held out his hand and exhibited

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a well-filled purse; whereupon all the boys instinctively thrust their hands into their pockets.

"if it wasn't so full i should think it was mine. no, it does not belong to me, although it looks enough like my purse to be its twin brother," said joe, after he had made sure that his modest sum of pocket-money was safe.

"it doesn't belong to me, either," added roy.

"and i am sure it isn't mine," chimed in arthur. "where did you find it?"

"right down there, close to your feet," replied the stranger, indicating the exact spot. "it must belong to one of you, for i know it wasn't there when i stopped at this window not two minutes ago to look at those bicycle stockings. what shall i do with it? i've got to leave town on the first train."

"give it to a policeman," suggested roy. "he'll take care of it and find the owner, too."

"well, you are a greeny, that's a fact," exclaimed the stranger, in tones that were very different from those he had thus far used in addressing the boys. "can't you see that the

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purse is chuck full, and don't you know that the owner will be willing to give something handsome to get it back? there'll be a big reward offered for it in to-morrow's papers, and—"

"i don't know who would be mean enough to demand a reward for restoring lost property," said roy, with a slight accent of contempt in his voice.

"i fail to see where the meanness comes in. what is there to hinder me from keeping the whole of it? but i was taught to be honest, and if i had time to stop over and take this money to the owner to-morrow, i should thankfully pocket the fifty or hundred dollars that he would be sure to give me, and think none the less of myself for doing it. say," added the stranger, sinking his voice to a confidential whisper, "i'll tell you what i'll do with you fellows, seeing you're wheelmen. i'll give the purse into your keeping for twenty-five dollars, and in the morning you can claim the reward. i haven't the least doubt that you will make a hundred dollars by it. why, just look here," he continued, lifting the catch and exposing to

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view a big roll of greenbacks. "there's money, i tell you, and the reward you will receive for restoring it will pay all your expenses during a pretty long bicycle tour. i wouldn't think of trusting every one as i am willing to trust you, but seeing that you belong to the fraternity—eh?"

roy and arthur were plainly becoming disgusted with their new acquaintance. they opened their lips to utter an indignant refusal of his generous offer; but before they could say a word, joe wayring spoke up.

"i'll take you," said he, quietly.

"all right," said the stranger briskly, while roy and arthur were struck dumb with amazement. "you are the most sensible man in your party—meaning no offense to your friends, of course."

"why, joe," began roy, as soon as he found his tongue.

but joe shook his head and waved his open hands up and down in the air, indicating by this pantomime that his mind was made up, and it would be of no use for his friends to argue the matter.

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"it's all right," said he, when he had succeeded in silencing them. "if there are a hundred dollars to be made honestly, i don't know why we should turn our backs upon it. we've a long run before us, our expenses will be heavy—"

"that's the idea!" exclaimed the now smiling stranger. "i don't suppose that your fathers are as liberal with you as they might be. i know mine wasn't, and that my supply of pocket-money was mighty slim when i had to depend upon him for it. where's the cash?"

"hand over the purse," replied joe.

"let me see first that you have twenty-five dollars to give me," was the answer.

"i'm a wheelman," said joe, severely. "and my machine is a passport to the best society in the land—eh?"

"of course; of course. but you see—"

"and would i be admitted to the best society in the land if i were untruthful or dishonest?" continued joe, while his two friends wondered what in the world he meant by addressing the stranger in his own words. "hand over what

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you have found, if you want me to make a deal with you. we're from the country, you know, and consequently we are suspicious of every stranger we meet in the city. if you had your passport—i mean your wheel—with you now, why then i shouldn't be afraid of you."

"haven't i showed you that i am perfectly willing to trust you to return this big wad of greenbacks to the owner? of course if i had the faintest suspicion that you would not give it to him—"

"i was taught to be honest, the same as you were. being a wheelman, i have no more intention of taking advantage of you in any way than you have of taking advantage of me."

so saying, joe thrust his hand into his pocket. observing this movement, which seemed to be indicative of a desire on the young wheelman's part to have the negotiations brought to a close, the stranger stepped closer to him and slyly passed over the purse.

"be quick," said he, in a cautious whisper. "some one might see us."

"what if they do?" replied joe, speaking

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in his usual tone of voice. "this is a fair, square and honest transaction, as i understand it. if it isn't—"

"of course; of course it is. but don't publish it. be in a hurry, for a policeman might happen along."

"let him happen. we haven't done anything to make us afraid of a policeman."

"there it is. now hand out the twenty-five dollars."

as soon as the fingers of joe wayring's right hand closed about the article in question, he took the other hand out of his pocket; but he brought it forth empty.

"i am very glad to see that you are not afraid to trust a humble member of the noble fraternity of wheelmen," said he, as he lifted the catch and opened the purse. "now, when i take this money to its owner in the morning, he will pay the reward out of what it contains, won't he? well, i'll do the same by you, and you may trust me to tell him (i am a wheelman, you know) that i have already paid twenty-five dollars to—hallo? where are you going? a bargain is a bar

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gain. come back and get your money. moses taylor! where did he go in such haste?"

joe might well ask that. the place whereon the strange wheelman had stood a second before was vacant, and he had disappeared from view.