"'Yes,' replied the Antelope, 'it is warm to-day, but I can beat you running, just the same.'
"'Ha-ha!' laughed the Deer—'you beat me running? Why, you can't run half as fast as I can, but if you want to run a race let us bet something. What shall it be?'
"'I will bet you my gall-sack,' replied the Antelope.
"'Good,' said the Deer, 'but let us run toward that range of mountains, for I am going that way, anyhow, to see my relations.'
"'All right,' said the Antelope. 'All ready, and here we go.'
"Away they ran toward the far-off range. All the way the Antelope was far ahead of the Deer; and just at the foot of the mountains he stopped to wait for him to catch up.
"Both were out of breath from running, but both declared they had done their best, and the Deer, being beaten, gave the Antelope his sack of gall.
"'This ground is too flat for me,' said the Deer. 'Come up the hillside where the gulches cut the country, and rocks are in our way, and I will show you how to run. I can't run on flat ground. It's too easy for me.' another race with you on your own ground, and I think I can beat you there, too.'
"Together they climbed the hill until they reached a rough country, when the Deer said:
"'This is my kind of country. Let us run a race here. Whoever gets ahead and stays there, must keep on running until the other calls on him to stop.'