I'll need to come like lightning, and Duncan has no extra horse, so I'm thinking you'd best get me one--or perhaps a wheel would be better.

I used to do extra work for the Home doctor, and he would let me take his bicycle to ride around the place.

And at times the head nurse would loan me his for an hour.

A wheel would cost less and be faster than a horse, and would take less care.

I believe, if you are going to town soon, you had best pick up any kind of an old one at some second-hand store, for if I'm ever called to use it in a hurry there won't be the handlebars left after crossing the corduroy." "Yes," said McLean; "and if you didn't have a first-class wheel, you never could cross the corduroy on it at all." As they walked to the cabin, McLean insisted on another guard, but Freckles was stubbornly set on fighting his battle alone.