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102 JOIINNY BLOSSOM
"Hurry up, Bob, I tell you!"
At last he reached the turning point. Peter
Prytz, who kept the time there, laughed
uproariously.
"That was awfully well done, Johnny
Blossom! Only twelve minutes."
What a shame, what a shame that he should
be the poorest rider of all! On the way back
he whipped Bob so that the horse finally ran,
puffing, coughing, and stumbling along.
All the boys laughed and shouted hurrah
when Johnny got back to the starting point.
How disgusting it was to have people make
fun of you!
" Bob breathed so," said Johnny Blossom.
"Is it anything to worry about when a
horse breathes?" scoffed Gunnar Olsen. "He
breathed like a bellows when I rode, but yet I
took only eight minutes and four seconds."
" Six seconds, you mean," said Otto.
"No, four, exactly."
"It was six."
"It was four."
There they stood with their angry faces
close together as they quarreled over the two
seconds. It seemed as if the dispute might end
in blows.
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