“I won’t forget how I learned there wasn’t any one watching me.”
“How was that?”
“After I got out in the road I looked around to make sure. Nobody was in sight, but I turned my head too far, and set the machine to wobbling so bad that before I knew it I was over on my side, and thought my leg was broken.”
“A cyclist must become used to taking headers; the wonder is that more people are not killed. Tom, I want you to do me the favor of letting me ruin that machine.”
“I don’t know that I have any objection.”
“Have you fixed on a plan?” asked McGovern.
“I haven’t had time to think. How would it do to blow it up with dynamite?”
“Too risky for the rest of us.”
“Then we can chop it into splinters and make a fire to cook our game with.”
“The trouble there,” said McGovern, who seemed to be quite cautious, “is that there is very little if any woodwork about it; it’s nearly all metal.”