Cyclists Take Their Revenge

About noon yesterday fifteen members of the Seattle Bicycle Club were going down the Grant street bridge to practice their skill on wheels, and were running in single file at the side of the roadway, when, according to the narrative of one of the cyclers, a man on horseback, who seemed to have some spite against wheelmen in general, dashed up behind and ran his horse through the line, upsetting several of the members, and then lashing his horse into a sharp gallop started down the road with a broad grin on his face. He had reckoned without his host, however, probably because he was not aware that a wheel could outrun a horse, so when one shouted out to 'catch that man on the horse,' they with one accord started in pursuit. For a distance of about half a mile the man managed to keep ahead, but in the next quarter he was fairly outrun and pinned to the corner near some old buildings. 'Get down off that horse,' ordered one of the members named Bulluck. The man refused to get down, probably thinking his elevated position was better suited to his purpose. 'Get down or we'll yank you down,' was the next order, and to make it more impressive he proceeded to carry out the threat, and soon had his opponent out of his seat and on the ground. 'Now you apologize to those men you ran over,' demanded the first speaker. The horseman refused to do as requested, however, but began to apply some very choice names to the clubmen, whereupon the patience of the knight of the wheel ran out entirely, and he proceeded to show he could use his fists as well as his feet, with the result that he soon closed an eye for the horseman and otherwise marked his countenance, and then, giving him a good piece of advice with regard to running over people in the street, he turned him over to a number of his friends who had gathered about, and the club proceeded on its way.