"All right with me," said Ted, and the other boys voiced their assent.
It looked as if there was a good bit of fun in prospect.
"Thanks, boys," said the old man, with a catch in his voice, as if he
was deeply touched. "Ye'll do a good turn fer me an' little Bill here.
Bill, we'll git home fer Christmas yit."
"If you're going to make it a public race, you'll have to get over to
Snyder early to make arrangements," said Ted.
"I'll leave before sunup in ther mornin', an' we'll have the race at
three o'clock. Is that all satisfactory?"
This proved satisfactory to the boys, and, having agreed to be on hand
in time with Hatrack, every one turned in.
When the boys turned out in the morning the blankets which the old man
and the boy had occupied were empty and cold, showing that they had
departed long before daylight.
"There's something fishy about that old chap," said Ben Tremont, as they
were at breakfast.
"Of course, there is," said Ted. "He's an old horse sharp. Sol Flatbush
knows him. He wants a race in town, thinking he can draw us into
betting.
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