CHAPTER VIII.
A FIRE AT SEA.
"Well, that's one of the greatest bicycle stories I ever heard!" cried Dick, when Robert Menden had concluded. "I reckon those train wreckers deserved their fate."
"I don't like to think of the affair, to tell the truth," replied the Englishman. "For a good many nights after it happened I scarcely slept a wink."
"I believe you," put in Leander. "No wonder you gave up wheeling. Anyway, it isn't as popular in England as it is here, is it?"
"Hardly; although you see more wheels in England every day," concluded Robert Menden.
Old Jacob had listened to the story with as much interest as any of the boys. "Tell ye what," he said, reflectively, "he kin, spin a yarn slicker nor most sailors kin, an' thet's saying a whole lot," and Dick agreed with the old tar.
The next day as the wind died down a bit, the boys went fishing in earnest. They used several kinds of bait, and were rewarded with sev-
