But the conversation was not resumed at the point where the interruption occurred, and so Ralph never knew just how large a family the farmer possessed.
They reached the stream, and again fastened on their skates.
"Don't know whether I can keep up with you fellows," groaned Lanky, as he started to strike out; "but please don't leave me far behind. That striped zebra might think it a fine chance to take it out on me for his being chased away up yonder."
"What if he did? Think of the pleasure of suffering for the family of rosy cheeked Baxters. Don't you imagine that Dora would think more of you than ever if you captured that fellow single-handed? It might be the chance of a lifetime to win imperishable glory," taunted Frank.
"Rats! What I'm thinking of is being able to skate so soon after dining. 'Taint the right thing to do. All doctors agree on that. We ought to lie around for an hour or so. Hold up, fellows, not quite so rapid a pace to begin with. Remember your wise old plan, Frank, and have mercy."
But after he found himself warmed up Lanky was better able to put forth more exertion, and do himself justice. The three sped along like the wind, and the miles were placed behind them as if by magic.
"What time was it when we started?" asked Ralph.
"A little after one," replied Frank, who carried a watch.
"And how far is Columbia from the farm?"
"Something like fifteen miles, I should judge, by the river; not more than a dozen by the road," continued Frank, readily.