“Make it Hong Kong while you are at it,” added Jack gaily.
“We’ll race to the old white post,” said Andy. “That’s a mile and a half from here.”
“Done!” cried the others.
“All ready?”
“Yes.”
“Then go!”
Off shot the four cadets, keeping abreast for a distant of several rods. Then Andy pedalled to the front.
“Here is where I bid you good-bye!” sang out the acrobatic youth.
“Not much you don’t!” answered Pepper, and commenced to push on his pedals harder than ever. He soon ranged alongside of Andy, and away they went, side by side, with Dale and Jack dropping further and further behind.
“I can’t make time in this uniform,” said the young major. “Let them race it out.”