Elmer threw out his hand so as to warn Toby to slow up, as he meant to do that same, and did not wish to take the chances of being run down.
"How far are we from home?" shouted both the walkers, as Elmer came close.
"About twenty miles," he replied, for he had anticipated such a question, and prepared himself to meet it promptly.
"Is that all?" called Angus McDowd, who looked pretty much "all in."
"What's the news; who's ahead, Elmer?" called George, as the motorcycle passed.
"Lil Artha at last accounts, by a long lead!"
"Bully for Lil Artha!" both trampers shouted; for Angus was so tired himself that he really cared very little who won.
"How far ahead of us, hey?" shouted George.
"Only about thirteen miles, George," answered Toby as he flitted past with a fresh start.
"Oh, won't poor old Landy feel sore when he hears how the hope of the Philander Smiths has gone aglimmering!" mocked Nat, as he, too, went by.