“You will ride with me at the head of the party,” said Dustan, speaking to Frank. “Miss Mischief and Miss Hazle will ride with us. They are the ones who can climb the hill.”
“Perhaps I can’t climb it,” smiled Frank.
“I think there is no danger of your failing.”
They started. From choice it seemed Mabel Mischief rode at Frank’s side, chatting with Hattie Hazle, who was next to her. Hattie had dark eyes and hair, presenting a strong contrast to the lively blonde.
The hill proved to be rather steep and difficult, but Frank and Dustan pedalled up it without permitting their wheels to falter or sway on the steepest grade. The girls found it more difficult, but they stuck to it persistently till they accomplished the ascent.
Looking back, it was found that more than half the party was trundling the wheels, so those who had ridden up dismounted and waited for the others.
With the hill behind them, the party was formed again, and then they rode along the elm-shaded streets into the business portion of the city.
“Will you ride about the city, or shall we go directly to the club rooms?” asked Dustan.
“I would enjoy seeing something of the city.”
“That will suit us.”