A cheer arose as the two bicyclists passed
through the town. Meldon took off his hat and waved it.
"Musha, good luck to you," shouted a woman's voice.
"That," said Meldon, "is almost certainly Sabina Gallagher. She's
naturally greatly interested on account of her cousin."
"Interested in what?" gasped Simpkins.
"Your marriage," said Meldon. "I mentioned it to Doyle this morning,
and he has evidently told every one about the place."
Simpkins stopped abruptly and got off his bicycle.
"I'm damned," he said, "if I'm going to stand this."
Meldon also dismounted.
"Get up at once, Simpkins," he said. "We are late enough as it is."
"I'm going straight home," said Simpkins.
"From the look of Doyle and O'Donoghue and the crowd there was in the
street," said Meldon, "I should say that they'll probably mob you if
you go back now. You're not over and above popular in the place as
things stand; and, if the people think that you're behaving badly to
Miss King, they'll very likely kill you. From what I've heard since
I've been here I don't expect the police will interfere to save you."
"I'm not going to be made a public laughing stock.
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