"No," she faintly whispered, a bit of color coming back
to her face; "but you saved me from being killed, Mr. Merriwell."
"Well," Frank was forced to confess, "I think I did get you away just in time."
"My bicycle——"
"Smashed."
"Oh, I'm so sorry! But I'd rather it would be that than myself. Thank you, Mr. Merriwell."
"I am happy to do so much for you. My only regret is that I was not able to save your wheel, too."
"You did all you could," she said, a bit of the roguish light coming back to her eyes. "I didn't suppose you would do so much for me, a stranger."
"I'm always ready to do anything in my power for a pretty girl," said Merry, softly, with laughing seriousness.
"Then pitch for the Camdens this afternoon," murmured Phebe. "Will you?"