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Whatever might have been the part of wisdom and caution, he was well past Aumale before he allowed himself to realize that he was taking rather a big chance. If there were floods in one place there might be floods in another, but He banished the thought from his mind. Tom Slade, motorcycle dispatch-bearer, had always regarded the villages he rushed through with a kind of patronizing condescension.
Arrived in the main street they left the motorcycle at a garage, and strolled on to the promenade, joining the crowd of holiday-makers who were sauntering along in the heat, or sitting on the benches watching the children digging in the sand below. Much to Ingred's astonishment she was suddenly hailed by her name, and, turning, found herself greeted with enthusiasm by a schoolfellow. "Ingred!
"How about it, fellows? We don't mind taking that sort of pay for a good turn, do we?" "You bet we don't," shouted the Scouts, enthusiastically. And a few moments later they fell in line and started off toward Woodbridge. "Whe-e-e-o-o-o! whe-e-e-o-o-o! whe-e-e-o-o-o!" screamed the siren as Bruce Clifford's motorcycle came to a halt in front of the Weir cottage on Willow Street.
Lately he had been running back and forth on his motorcycle between the lines and points south in a region which had not been defiled by the invader, but now he was going far into the West "for service as required."
At length, coming upon a small brook beside the road, they stopped to quench their thirst. Hal had risen to his feet and was waiting for Chester when from the rear once more came the faint "chug-chug" of a motorcycle, or motorcycles, the boys were unable to tell which. Chester sprang to his feet. "Here they come again," he cried. "We were right.
The way those girls stood in the corner and whispered during intermission was simply disgraceful. Mark my words, something will come of it." "Oh, here comes David on his motorcycle," called Anne delightedly. David slowed up when he saw the girls, alighted and greeted them warmly. He at once congratulated them on their victory. "I congratulate you on having a star player for a sister," said Grace.
But something in the middle of the road, as they made another corner, stopped all this fun. "Hullo!" exclaimed Walky. "That young feller on the gasoline bike has had an accident. Don't it look that way to you?" The team drew to a halt without any command, and directly beside the young man, who was working diligently over the overturned motorcycle.
They dared not shout or try to detain the boat. That surely would betray to the Hoffs that they were being followed. Despondently Dean clambered off the motorcycle and crossed to read a placard on the ferryhouse. "There's not another boat for half an hour," he said when he returned. "They have gained that much on us."
In the midst of cheering thousands, when riding at the blinding speed of ninety-two miles an hour, the motorcycle of one of the contestants went wrong. It climbed the twenty-eight-foot incline, hurled its rider to instant death and crashed into the packed grandstand.
So they stuck this old guy in the motorcycle dept. and now all as he does is ride up and down some quite section like this here all night and stop every so often and throw up a flare to make us think the place is dirty with Germans."
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