The Bicyclers and Three Other Farces

by John Kendrick Bangs

Mrs. Bradley. Ned—on a wheel? Why, he can’t ride!

Barlow. Oh yes, he can. What I’m afraid of is that he can’t stop riding.

Bradley (outside). Hi—Barlow—help!

Mrs. Bradley. That’s his voice—he called for help.

Yardsley (rushing to window). Hi—Brad—stop! Your wife’s here.

Bradley (in distance). Can’t stop—don’t know how—

Barlow (leaning out of window). By Jove! he’s turned the corner all right. If he keeps on around, we can catch him next time he passes.

Mrs. Bradley. Oh, do, do stop him. I’m so afraid he’ll be hurt.

Mrs. Perkins (looking out). I can just see him on the other side of the square—and, oh dear me!—his lamp is out.

Mrs. Bradley. Oh, Mr. Yardsley—Mr. Barlow—Mr. Perkins—do stop him!