“Oh, mercy, no,” protested Harriet, laughingly. “I hope you will not do anything so terrible as that. You haven’t said what the conditions are to be. We must have some rules if we are to have a hiking contest. They have rules even in a walking contest, I understand.”
Captain Baker pondered a moment.
“I don’t know about rules. I think it will have to be a go-as-you-please contest.”
“We are willing to abide by whatever you say,” replied Harriet.
“Where do you go to-morrow? I mean where do you make your next camp?”
Harriet consulted their map.
“We are going to try to make Hunt’s Corners,” she said, scrutinizing the map.
“May I see that map?” asked Davy.
“I don’t think it would be quite fair,” answered Harriet brightly. “You see, our route is marked out on the map. Were I to show it to you, you would know which way we are going. That would give you an advantage. I will show the map to you some other time.”
“Of course it would be unfair. We don’t want to see the map, Davy,” rebuked George. “How far is it to Hunt’s Corners?”