"You'll sing another song before you're back in Winthrop to-night. Ten miles isn't any laughing matter after we've tramped as far as we have to-day."
"But it'll help us for our track meet," suggested Will, laughing again.
"Bother the track meet!"
"It'll help our longevity then. I've always heard that walking was the best exercise."
"The old fellow was foxy. He never said a word but just let us talk on. I'd give a dollar to hear his account of it when he gets home."
"Cheap enough. But say, Mott, have we got to tramp all the way back to Winthrop?"
"Looks that way."
"Can't we get a car here somewhere?"
"Hardly. We might try it at that farmhouse over yonder," replied Mott pointing toward a low house not far away as he spoke.
"Come ahead! Let's try it anyway," suggested Will eagerly.