"Freddie, steer to one side! Steer out of the way!" shouted Bert, as
he ran for the gate. He could not hope to reach his little brother in
time, though.

Freddie was too frightened and excited to steer. The bicycle was going
fast--faster than he had ever ridden on it before. All he could do was
to sit tight, and hold fast to the handle bars.

"Oh, he'll be run over!" cried Nan, as she, too, raced after Bert.

The team, with no driver to guide it, ran faster and faster. Freddie
began to cry. And then, all at once, the front wheel of the bicycle
ran over a stone, and turned to one side. The handle bars were jerked
from Freddie's grasp, and over he went, wheel and all!

Luckily for him, he fell to one side of the road, on the soft grass,
or he might have been injured, but, as it was, the fall did not hurt
him at all. One of his little fat legs, though, became tangled up in
the wire spokes of the front wheel, and Freddie lay there, with the
wheel on top of him, unable to get up.

"Oh, Bert! Bert!" screamed Nan.

"Grab him--quick!" shouted Dinah, waddling down the walk. But she was
too fat to go fast enough to do any good.

"Roll out of the way, Freddie!" cried Bert.

Freddie was too much entangled in the wheel to be able to move. And,