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The road stretched invitingly before him, the race had restored his
spirits, and curiosity to see what had become of his friends lured him
to the hill-top, where temptation sat waiting for him. Up he trudged,
finding the fresh air, the sunny sky, the path strewn with red and
yellow leaves, and the sense of freedom so pleasant that when he reached
the highest point and saw the world all before him, as it were, a daring
project seemed to flash upon him, nearly taking his breath away with its
manifold delights.
"Sid said, 'Walk,' and why not?--at least to Lawton, and take the cars
from there, as Bemis means to do. Wouldn't the old fellows be surprised
to see me turn up at the rink? It's quarter past eight now, and the fun
begins at three; I could get there easy enough, and by Jupiter, I will!
Got lunch all here, and money enough to pay this car-fare, I guess. If I
haven't, I'll go a little further and take a horse-car. What a lark!
here goes,"--and with a whoop of boyish delight at breaking bounds, away
went Hugh down the long hill, like a colt escaped from its pasture.
The others were just ahead, but the windings of the road hid them from
him; so all went on, unconscious of each other's proximity. Hugh's run
gave him a good start, and he got over the ground famously for five or
six miles; then he went more slowly, thinking he had plenty of time to
catch a certain train. But he had no watch, and when he reached Lawton
he had the pleasure of seeing the cars go out at one end of the station
as he hurried in at the other.
"I won't give it up, but just go on and do it afoot. That will be
something to brag of when the other chaps tell big stories. I'll see how
fast I can go, for I'm not tired, and can eat on the way. Much obliged
to Sid for a nice lunch."
And chuckling over this piece of good luck, Hugh set out again, only
pausing for a good drink at the town-pump. The thirteen miles did not
seem very long when he thought of them, but as he walked them they
appeared to grow longer and longer, till he felt as if he must have
travelled about fifty. He was in good practice, and fortunately had on
easy shoes; but he was in such a hurry to make good time that he allowed
himself no rest, and jogged on, up hill and down, with the resolute air
of one walking for a wager. There we will leave him, and see what had
befallen Sid; for his adventures were more exciting than Hugh's, though
all seemed plain sailing when he started.
At Lawton he had parted from his friend and gone on alone, having laid
in a store of gingerbread from a baker's cart, and paused to eat, drink,
and rest by a wayside brook. A few miles further he passed a party of
girls playing lawn tennis, and as he slowly rolled along regarding them
from his lofty perch, one suddenly exclaimed:--
"Why, it's our neighbor, Sidney West! How did _he_ come here?" and
waving her racquet, Alice ran across the lawn to find out.
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