“What for?” asked Ned.
“Dinner time will come and pass quicker then,” explained the hungry one. “Maybe we won’t notice it at all. But I surely will be glad when supper time comes.”
“No, we agreed to run slowly,” Jerry remarked, “and we must stick to our plan.”
Bob sighed but said nothing. On and on they rode, along pleasant highways, under big shady trees, up hill and down dale. At last, when the sun was almost at the zenith, they came to the top of a hill that led down into a pretty valley.
In the centre of the vale, which was surrounded on all sides by green wooded hills, nestled a village.
“That’s the town of Montville,” said Jerry. “We are half way to Huntsville now.”
“Are we going to stop here?” asked Bob, a note of hope coming into his voice.
“What for?” inquired Ned, winking at Jerry.
“I—er—thought—er—we—” began Bob.