"I'm going to take a rest. This training has
tired me out," and he sat down on the grass.
"Any one want to compete against the turtle?" asked Ned. "Come on now.
Remember, it's free-for-all."
But no one seemed to care to contest, and, amid yells and laughter at the
manner in which they had been fooled, the boys began arranging impromptu
races among themselves.
"You worked that pretty slick," Jim said, as the chums approached him.
"You jollied me along in great shape. But I'll have to take lots of rest
now, to make up for it."
CHAPTER XIII
VACATION AT HAND
"Well, you found out you could run if you tried," Frank remarked, as he
looked at where Jim was sprawled on the grass.
"Oh, I knew it all along," Jim replied, "only I didn't want it to get
out, for fear I'd have to enter all the contests. Maybe I'll go in the
next real race," he added. "I've trained enough for three or four
seasons I guess."
"I'm afraid you're not cured yet," commented Ned with a laugh. "It was
all for your good, Jim."
"That's all right. I appreciate that, and I'm much obliged to you. Can I
have that turtle?"
"What for?"
"Why, I thought maybe I could educate it," and Jim smiled.
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