THE STEEL HORSE;
OR,
THE RAMBLES OF A BICYCLE.
CHAPTER I.
IN WHICH I MAKE MY BOW.
"SCOTLAND'S a-burning! Look out, fellows! Put on the brakes, or you will be right on top of it the first thing you know."
"On top of what?"
"Why, can't you see? If it hadn't been for my lamp I should have taken the worst header anybody ever heard of. How some fellows can run around on their wheels after dark without a light, and take the chances of breaking their necks, beats my time. I wouldn't do it for any money."
