"All right," Cosden assented without further hesitation. "I haven't ridden for some time, but I guess I haven't forgotten how."
"You know it's pretty tricky, riding down here in Bermuda," Billy cautioned him. "You have to turn out to the left, and all that sort of thing."
"I'll take care of that," Cosden answered with decision, recognizing what was in the boy's mind. "You go ahead and get the wheels."
Billy's glance at Merry as Cosden turned aside to say a word to Huntington was most expressive, and he managed to speak with her in an undertone before the older man rejoined them.
"The big stiff!" he ejaculated. "I hope he takes a header on this first hill!—You know how to ride, don't you?"
Merry's laughing nod reassured him. "Yes," she said; "it will be loads of fun!"
"Great! then let's tear things up a bit, and give him a run for his money."
Huntington stepped up with Cosden as the negro boy brought out the wheels.
"So you're going back to first principles, Connie?" he asked. "It must have been you who suggested bicycles."
"No; Billy wants to show me a thing or two about riding."