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Of course I rose and she rose, and we followed Percy to the back door

of the house. Outside I saw that the boy of the inn was holding the

horse, and that the wheel was already placed in the back part of the

wagon.

"I've got everything all right, I think," said Percy. "I didn't

suppose it was necessary to wait for you, but you'd better take a look

at it to see if you think it will travel without rubbing or damaging

itself."

I stepped to the wagon and found that the bicycle was very well

placed. "Now, then," said Percy, taking the reins and mounting to his

seat, "all you've got to do is to get up, and we'll be off."

I turned to the back door, but she was not there. "Wait a minute,"

said I, and I hurried into the house. She was not in the hall. I

looked into the large room. She was not there. I went into the parlor,

and out upon the front porch. Then I went back into the house to seek

some one who might call her. I was even willing to avail myself of the

services of citric acid, for I could not leave that house without

speaking to her again.

In a moment Mrs. Chester appeared from some inner room. I believe she

suspected that I had something to say to her which had nothing to do

with the bear or the Larramies, for I had been conscious that my

speech had been a little rambling, as if I were earnestly thinking of

something else than what I was saying, and that she desired I should

be taken away without an opportunity to unburden my mind; but now,

hearing me tramping about and knowing that I was looking for her, she

was obliged to show herself.

As she came forward I noticed that her expression had changed

somewhat. There was nothing merry about her eyes; I think she was

slightly pale, and her brows were a little contracted, as if she were

doing something she did not want to do.

"I hope you found everything all right," she said.

I looked at her steadily. "No," said I, "everything is not all right."

A slight shade of anxiety came upon her face. "I am sorry to hear

that," she said. "Was your wheel injured more than you thought?"

"Wheel!" I exclaimed. "I was not thinking of wheels! I will tell you

what is not all right! It is not right for me to go away without

saying to you that I--"

At this moment there was a strong, shrill whistle from the front of

the house. A most unmistakable sense of relief showed itself upon

her face. She ran to the front door, and called out, "Yes, he is

coming."