"Come down with you, Hazy, and begin to share the delights of this walking match!" The change of drivers made, Dick & Co.

plodded on again.
"It seems to me that we ought to put on more speed," suggested Dave Darrin.
"Are you in a hurry to get somewhere, Darry ?" drawled Tom Reade.
"No," Dave replied, "but, if we're out for training, it seems to me that we had better do brisker walking than we're doing now, even if the horse can't keep up with us." "We're making about three miles and a half an hour," Dick responded.
"But will that be work enough to make us as hard as nails ?" persisted Darry.
"We're getting over the ground as fast as the troops of the regular army usually travel," Prescott rejoined.

"I believe our regulars are generally regarded as rather perfect specimens in the walking line.

We might move along at a speed of six miles, and might keep it up for an hour.

Then we'd be footsore, and all in.