youth. His wheel commenced to wobble and twist. Over into some
bushes he shot, to fall with a crash in their midst.
"Hello, what's the matter with you?" sang out Pepper, and leaped quickly
to the road, an example followed by Jack.
"Bicycle has gone to pieces, I guess," spluttered Andy, as he essayed to
scramble out of the bushes.
"Are you hurt?" demanded Jack, anxiously.
"Only a few scratches, Jack. Say, that was a narrow escape, wasn't it?"
"Thought you said your wheel was in good condition," came from Pepper.
"So it was when I looked at it this morning."
"What's wrong now?"
"The handle-bars are loose for one thing. I don't know what else is
wrong until I look it over."
The machine was brought forth from the bushes. The lamp-glass had been
smashed and the light had gone out. Andy stopped the flow of acetylene
gas, and then his chums turned the rays of the other lamps on the
disabled bicycle.
"Handle-bars loose and also nuts on the front wheel!" cried Andy, after
an examination. "Say, I believe some enemy did this!"
"Who?" questioned the young major.
"I don't know. Maybe Ritter, or Coulter."
"Hurry up and tighten things," cried Pepper. "We don't want to be late."
"Better be late than have a nasty tumble," returned Jack. "While you are
at it, Andy, better look the whole machine over carefully."
"I will, Jack. And maybe you had better look your machines over, too."
"Good advice."
While Andy was fixing his bicycle Pepper and the young major inspected
their own bicycles.
"Well, I never!" gasped The Imp, as the light fell on his rear wheel.
"Another quarter of a mile and I would have had a spill and no mistake!"
"Same here!" came from Jack. "Oh, isn't this the worst yet!"
"What's wrong?" queried the acrobatic youth.
"The back wheel is loose, and two of the sprockets of the sprocket-wheel
have been filed down, to let the chain slip," answered Pepper.
"And my handle-bars are loose and the chain all but filed in two," cried
Jack. "Boys, this was done on purpose!"
"Of course!" came from both of the others.
"Done by our enemies!"
"Sure."
"Ritter and his cronies."
"Well, we'd have to prove that," answered Andy, slowly.
"Don't you believe it, Andy?"
"I do; but that isn't proof."
"And that isn't getting us to Point View Lodge," came from Pepper. "I
guess we'll have to walk!" he added, with something like a groan.
"Walk! We can't walk that distance," replied the y
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