The bicyclist without a glance rode on, and shortly after reached the lodge gates.
"Hodge and His Masters"
Richard Jefferies
They gazed in astonishment at this hatless bicyclist, who wore a Red Cross armlet, and when I went into the baker shop, I was filled with joy at the sight of all the crisp loaves lined up in their racks ready for delivery.
"My Home In The Field of Honor"
Frances Wilson Huard
The bicyclist and I were alone together.
"A Second Coming"
Richard Marsh