The Boy Scouts on War Trails in Belgium

"Do you mean we'll hoof it, Thad?" demanded Giraffe, who, being a good walker, evidently did not see any particular difficulty about managing twenty to thirty miles a day over good summer roads.

With Bumpus it was quite another matter, and he held his breath while waiting to hear what the patrol leader had to say.

"If we have to we might make it," Thad presently returned, as though he had considered the matter himself at some previous time. "Then who knows but what we might be lucky enough to run across some man owning a car, who would either rent it to us or give us a lift to the border."