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…path； keep your own side of the road； and if you see a tram… line； go round the corner at once； and hurry off into the next countyand always light up before dark。 You mind just a few little things like that； Hoopdriver； and nothing much can't happen to youyou take my word。〃
〃Right you are！〃 said Hoopdriver。 〃Good…night； old man。〃
〃Good…night；〃 said Briggs； and there was silence for a space； save for the succulent respiration of the pipe。 Hoopdriver rode off into Dreamland on his machine； and was scarcely there before he was pitched back into the world of sense again。Something what was it ？
〃Never oil the steering。 It's fatal；〃 a voice that came from round a fitful glow of light； was saying。 〃And clean the chain daily with black…lead。 You mind just a few little things like that〃
〃Lord LOVE us！〃 said Hoopdriver； and pulled the bedclothes over his ears。
THE RIDING FORTH OF MR。 HOOPDRIVER
IV。
Only those who toil six long days out of the seven； and all the year round； save for one brief glorious fortnight or ten days in the summer time； know the exquisite sensations of the First Holiday Morning。 All the dreary； uninteresting routine drops from you suddenly； your chains fall about your feet。 All at once you are Lord of yourself； Lord of every hour in the long； vacant day； you may go where you please； call none Sir or Madame； have a lappel free of pins； doff your black morning coat； and wear the colour of your heart； and be a Man。 You grudge sleep； you grudge eating； and drinking even； their intrusion on those exquisite moments。 There will be no more rising before breakfast in casual old clothing； to go dusting and getting ready in a cheerless； shutterdarkened； wrappered…up shop； no more imperious cries of； 〃Forward； Hoopdriver；〃 no more hasty meals； and weary attendance on fitful old women； for ten blessed days。 The first morning is by far the most glorious； for you hold your whole fortune in your hands。 Thereafter； every night； comes a pang； a spectre； that will not be exorcisedthe premonition of the return。 The shadow of going back； of being put in the cage again for another twelve months； lies blacker and blacker across the sunlight。 But on the first morning of the ten the holiday has no past； and ten days seems as good as infinity。
And it was fine； full of a promise of glorious days； a deep blue sky with dazzling piles of white cloud here and there； as though celestial haymakers had been piling the swathes of last night's clouds into cocks for a coming cartage。 There were thrushes in the Richmond Road； and a lark on Putney Heath。 The freshness of dew was in the air； dew or the relics of an overnight shower glittered on the leaves and grass。 Hoopdriver had breakfasted early by Mrs。 Gunn's complaisance。 He wheeled his machine up Putney Hill； and his heart sang within him。 Halfway up； a dissipated…looking black cat rushed home across flile road and vanished under a gate。 All the big red…brick houses behind the variegated shrubs and trees had their blinds down still； and he would not have changed places with a soul in any one of them for a hundred pounds。
He had on his new brown cycling suita handsome Norfolk jacket thing for 30/and his legsthose martyr legswere more than consoled by thick chequered stockings； 〃thin in the foot； thick in the leg；〃 for all they had endured。 A neat packet of American cloth behind the saddle contained his change of raiment； and the bell and the handle…bar and the hubs and lamp； albeit a trifle freckled by wear； glittered blindingly in the rising sunlight。 And at the top of the hill； after only one unsuccessful attempt； which； somehow； terminated on the green； Hoopdriver mounted； and with a stately and cautious restraint in his pace； and a dignified curvature of path； began his great Cycling Tour along the Southern Coast。
There is only one phrase to describe his course at this stage； and that isvoluptuous curves。 He did not ride fast； he did not ride straight； an exacting critic might say he did not ride well… …but he rode generously； opulently； using the whole road and even nibbling at the footpath。 The excitement never flagged。 So far he had never passed or been passed by anything； but as yet the day was young and the road was clear。 He doubted his steering so much that； for the present； he had resolved to dismount at the approach of anything else upon wheels。 The shadows of the trees lay very long and blue across the road； the morning sunlight was like amber fire。
At the cross…roads at the top of West Hill； where the cattle trough stands； he turned towards Kingston and set himself to scale the little bit of ascent。 An early heath…keeper； in his velveteen jacket； marvelled at his efforts。 And while he yet struggled； the head of a carter rose over the brow。
At the sight of him Mr。 Hoopdriver； according to his previous determination； resolved to dismount。 He tightened the brake； and the machine stopped dead。 He was trying to think what he did with his right leg whilst getting off。 He gripped the handles and released the brake； standing on the left pedal and waving his right foot in the air。 Thenthese things take so long in the tellinghe found the machine was falling over to the right。 While he was deciding upon a plan of action； gravitation appears to have been busy。 He was still irresolute when he found the machine on the ground； himself kneeling upon it； and a vague feeling in his mind that again Providence had dealt harshly with his shin。 This happened when he was just level with the heathkeeper。 The man in the approaching cart stood up to see the ruins better。
〃THAT ain't the way to get off；〃 said the heathkeeper。
Mr。 Hoopdriver picked up the machine。 The handle was twisted askew again He said something under his breath。 He would have to unscrew the beastly thing。
〃THAT ain't the way to get off；〃 repeated the heathkeeper； after a silence。
〃_I_ know that；〃 said Mr。 Hoopdriver； testily； determined to overlook the new specimen on his shin at any cost。 He unbuckled the wallet behind the saddle； to get out a screw hammer。
〃If you know it ain't the way to get offwhaddyer do it for？〃 said the heath…keeper； in a tone of friendly controversy。
Mr。 Hoopdriver got out his screw hammer and went to the handle。 He was annoyed。 〃That's my business； I suppose；〃 he said； fumbling with the screw。 The unusual exertion had made his hands shake frightfully。
The heath…keeper became meditative； and twisted his stick in his hands behind his back。 〃You've broken yer 'andle； ain't yer？〃 he said presently。 Just then the screw hammer slipped off the nut。 Mr。 Hoopdriver used a nasty； low word。
〃They're trying things； them bicycles；〃 said the heath…keeper； charitably。 〃Very trying。〃 Mr。 Hoopdriver gave the nut a vicious turn and suddenly stood uphe was holding the front wheel between his knees。 〃I wish；〃 said he； with a catch in his voice； 〃I wish you'd leave off staring at me。〃
Then with the air of one who has delivered an ultimatum； he began replacing the screw hammer in the wallet。
The heath…keeper never moved。 Possibly he raised his eyebrows； and certainly he stared harder than he did before。 〃You're pretty unsociable；〃 he said slowly； as Mr。 Hoopdriver seize