He was not contented long to sit resting, and soon the two were once more trudging up the steep incline, Max leading the way, and Gwen, following close behind him.
"We're 'most to the top," he said, at last, to which Gwen replied:
"I don't believe it! The more we climb, the farther away it seems, and I do believe that horrid old hilltop moves away as fast as it sees us coming!"
"Now, Gwen, you know better! Just look!" Max said, and Gwen looked.
"Well,—the top isn't any farther off than it was the last time I looked up," she said, grudgingly.
She knew that it looked nearer, but she could not bear to say that.
"It's nearer, and you know it!" Max declared, stoutly. "Come on!"
"Wait till I fix my shoe," wailed Gwen.
"I'll bet that's the tenth time you've stopped to pull your shoe off since we started to climb this hill," Max cried in disgust.
Gwen was about to say that she should stop again if she wished to, but a glance at Max caused her to change her mind. His face was far from pleasing, so without a word, she fastened her shoe, and silently the two tramped on.