He was in despair.
"What are you going to do ?" said Mrs.Chester to me.

"You cannot use your bicycle." Before I could answer, the elderly woman exclaimed: "You ought to come in, Mrs.Chester! This is no place for you! Suppose that beast should break loose again! Let the gentleman settle it with the man." I do not think my hostess wanted to go, but she accompanied her grim companion into the house.
"I suppose there is no place near here where I can have a new tire put on this wheel ?" said I to the stable-man.
"Not nearer than Waterton," he replied; "but we could take you and your machine there in a wagon." "That's so," said the boy.

"I'll drive." I glared upon the two fellows as if they had been a couple of fiends who were trying to put a drop of poison into my cup of joy.

To be dolefully driven to Waterton by that boy! What a picture! How different from my picture! The Italian sat down on the ground and embraced his knees with his arms.

He moaned and groaned, and declared over and over again that he was ruined; that he had no money to pay.
In regard to him my mind was made up.