Wheels of Chance, a Bicycling Idyll by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells
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determination, resolved to dismount. He tightened the brake, and
the machine stopped dead. He was trying to think what he did with his right leg whilst getting off. He gripped the handles and released the brake, standing on the left pedal and waving his right foot in the air. Then--these things take so long in the telling--he found the machine was falling over to the right. While he was deciding upon a plan of action, gravitation appears to have been busy. He was still irresolute when he found the machine on the ground, himself kneeling upon it, and a vague feeling in his mind that again Providence had dealt harshly with his shin. This happened when he was just level with the heathkeeper. The man in the approaching cart stood up to see the ruins better. "THAT ain't the way to get off," said the heathkeeper. Mr. Hoopdriver picked up the machine. The handle was twisted askew again He said something under his breath. He would have to unscrew the beastly thing. "THAT ain't the way to get off," repeated the heathkeeper, after a silence. "_I_ know that," said Mr. Hoopdriver, testily, determined to overlook the new specimen on his shin at any cost. He unbuckled the wallet behind the saddle, to get out a screw hammer. "If you know it ain't the way to get off--whaddyer do it for?" said the heath-keeper, in a tone of friendly controversy. |
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