“Now, boys, I think I can catch them,” said Mr. Young, who was a very swift runner.
The hares saw him coming and gaining rapidly on them, so they ran into a sweet-shop, through the house, into the garden, and over the wall, and then made for the farmhouse, not a hundred yards ahead. Mr. Young had gone round, and was only about ten yards behind. King he succeeded in overtaking, but Steve got into the house first. The rest came in a few minutes later.
Mr. Harmer was waiting for them, and so was a good dinner also. The boys were hungry, and the good people of the farm thought that they would never be able to satisfy their appetites.
“Have you bought railway tickets, sir?” inquired the farmer.
“No, Mr. Robinson, not yet,” replied Mr. Young.
“Because there’s a wagon going back that you might all ride in, if you like, sir.”
“Thank you, Mr. Robinson; but I am afraid we should not be back in time for service, as we should be over an hour if we rode in that. The service is at three, and it is now nearly two.”
“I had forgot about the sarvice, sir. You’ll go back by the two-twenty train, I suppose, then, sir?”
“Yes, that is the train I intend to return by.”
The boys sang grace after the meal, and then walked down to the station and returned by the train, having enjoyed their run immensely.