"See that patch of ground whiter than the rest off there?"
"Yes."
"Well, we'll race there and back. How far is it from here, Mr. Parry?"
"'Bout half a mile, I should say," answered the guide, measuring the distance with his eyes.
"Whew! I didn't think it was so far," marveled Stacy. "But we'll run it, anyway."
"I'll be the starter," announced Ned. "If you break your neck, Chunky, remember that I am not to blame for it."
"If I break my neck I won't be likely to remember anything, so you're safe," retorted Stacy.
The others were too busy discussing wild-horse hunting to give heed to the boys' plan.
"All ready!"
"Yes."