"I saw you getting groggy.

That's what made you fall into Franell, I guess." This remark made the youngest Rover more angry than ever.
"Mr.Strong," he said, turning to the head teacher suddenly, "will you do me a favor ?" "What do you wish, Rover ?" "Will you time me if I run that race over again ?" "You mean to run it over alone ?" "Yes, sir--unless Flapp will run against me." "I've won the race and that's all there is to it," grumbled the tall boy doggedly.
"Certainly I'll time you, if you wish it," said Mr.Strong, who saw how disappointed Sam was.

"But it won't be a race, you know." "I don't care--I want to show them what I can do." "Very well." Sam drew up to the mark and declared himself ready.
"Shall I run with you ?" asked Tom.

"Just to urge you on, you know ?" "All right, Tom, come on." "Go!" cried George Strong, watch in hand and his eye on the second hand.
Away went the brothers side by side, while a cheer went up from those who had wished to see Sam win.
Tom kept close to his brother until the rounding rock was gained and here Sam compelled him to drop behind.
"Go on!" yelled Tom good-naturedly.

"Go! I'm after you!" and he put on an extra spurt.