Jack and Bart were waiting. Frank did not hurry after appearing on deck. With the utmost deliberation, he looked around, gave some orders, and then walked to the rail and got into the boat. Arriving at the wharf, Dustan met him at the head of the stairs, laughing. “How you did it so quick I can’t tell, and still you seemed in no particular hurry.” They went round to where the wheelmen and girls were waiting. The bicycle brought for Frank was new and a beauty. Merry tried it, and, to his surprise and satisfaction, it seemed to fit him perfectly. “It doesn’t need adjusting,” he said. “We have a hard hill out here,” said Woodock. “Some of us can’t climb it. There are but two girls in town who can do it, and they are with us.” “You will ride with me at the head of the party,” said Dustan, speaking to Frank. “Miss Mischief and Miss Hazle will ride with us. They are the ones who can climb the hill.” “Perhaps I can’t climb it,” smiled Frank. “I think there is no danger of your failing.” They started. From choice it seemed Mabel Mischief rode at Frank’s side, chatting with Hattie Hazle, who was next to her. Hattie had dark eyes and hair, presenting a strong contrast to the lively blonde. The hill proved to be rather steep and difficult, but Frank and Dustan pedalled up it without permitting their wheels to falter or sway on the steepest grade. The girls found it more difficult, but they stuck to it persistently till they accomplished the ascent. Looking back, it was found that more than half the party was trundling the wheels, so those who had ridden up dismounted and waited for the others. With the hill behind them, the party was formed again, and then they rode along the elm-shaded streets into the business portion of the city. “Will you ride about the city, or shall we go directly to the club rooms?” asked Dustan. “I would enjoy seeing something of the city.” “That will suit us.” So they rode about the place, and Frank was pleased with its general appearance. At last they arrived at the club rooms of the Belfast Wheelmen, and there the girls left them, Mabel and Hattie bidding Frank good-by, but expressing a hope that they might see him again. Dustan led the way into the club rooms, and Merry followed. Just as Frank was entering, a person attempted to come out hurriedly and brush past him. With an exclamation of satisfaction, Frank grasped this individual, holding him fast. “Wait a minute,” cried Merry. “I think I know you!” “Leggo!” snarled the man. “In a moment. Ha! I thought as much! I saw you down at the wharf, but you dodged me. We have met again, Mr. Parker Flynn!” With a savage curse, the man struck straight at Frank’s face. “Look out!” Dustan tried to catch Flynn’s arm, but was not quick enough. “All right.” Frank dodged the fist of his foe. “Blazes!” Flynn snarled out the word, trying to recover and strike again. “No, you don’t!”