They brought him to her in a cart, but as she did not appear to want either him or his bicycle they let him go again, and resigned themselves to bewilderment.
Meanwhile, Harris continued his ride with much enjoyment.

It seemed to him that he had suddenly become a stronger, and in every way a more capable cyclist.

Said he to what he thought was Mrs.Harris: "I haven't felt this machine so light for months.

It's this air, I think; it's doing me good." Then he told her not to be afraid, and he would show her how fast he _could_ go.

He bent down over the handles, and put his heart into his work.