“Hi, you, give us some room!” cried Jack. “Don’t block the road in this fashion.”
“If you are going to race, race,” said Andy.
“We are racing,” drawled Paxton, without increasing his speed.
“We are not going to kill ourselves at the start,” added Coulter.
“Well, let us pass,” said Pepper, impatiently.
“You can pass for all of me,” answered Paxton. “I am not holding you back.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Nonsense!” cried Coulter. “Go ahead if you want to—the road is wide enough.”
“You know that the trees are in the way,” answered Jack. “Now, either go on or steer aside.”
“Humph! Are you running this race?”