[continued from previous message]   
      
   > snapped.   
      
     TOM: [ As Mr Turtle ] Fun!  It's 1916, we haven't invented fun yet!   
      
   >   
   >         "Don't be so sure!" he said. "I believe I can beat   
   > you. And I will bet you----"   
      
    CROW: [ As Jimmy ] You can't bet me, how would I ante?   
    JOEL: [ As Mr Turtle ] No, I mean make a bet against you.   
      
   >   
   >         Jimmy Rabbit did not wait for him to finish.   
      
     TOM: Hey, that was an easy race!   
      
   >   
   >         "Bet!" he cried. "I never bet! I'm not allowed to.   
      
    JOEL: I bet if I listed all the best I never made we'd --- wait.   
      
   >                                                            My   
   > mother doesn't approve of betting.   
      
    CROW: She raised us strictly to run green-goods scams.   
      
   >                                    And if she heard you   
   > mention such a thing to me she would be very angry."   
      
     TOM: This sounds like it goes beyond betting on who wins a foot race.   
      
   >   
   >         "I didn't mean to say that," Mr. Turtle told him   
   > hastily. "It was just a slip of the tongue.   
      
    JOEL: [ As Jimmy ] Tongue!  If my _father_ knew you were talking about   
   tongues in front of me ...   
      
   >                                             What I meant to   
   > say was this: If you win the race, I'll _give_ you a fine new   
   > sled; and if I win, you can _give_ me your wheelbarrow."   
      
    CROW: It's not a payoff if you pretend it's just gifts!   
      
   >   
   >         Jimmy Rabbit began to be interested. He had always   
   > wanted a sled.   
      
     TOM: You know, a sled upside-down is a pels.   
      
   >                And by another month or two there ought to be   
   > good coasting. It certainly wasn't _betting_, he thought.   
      
    JOEL: Bet it is.   
      
   >                                                           And   
   > as for losing the race--and his wheelbarrow--he knew that   
   > such a thing could never happen.   
      
    CROW: Not with his Lojack.   
     TOM: Lobarrow.   
      
   >   
   >         "I'll race you!" he cried. "When shall it be?"   
      
    JOEL: Right now!  Zoom!   
      
   >   
   >         "How would to-morrow do?" said Mr. Turtle.   
      
    CROW: [ As Jimmy ] So we're racing from here to Morrow?   
     TOM: [ As Mr Turtle ] Third base!   
      
   >                                                    "It's a   
   > long way from the creek to Broad Brook--a good day's journey,   
   > I call it. It's too late to start to-day."   
      
    JOEL: It's 9:15 am.   
      
   >   
   >         Jimmy Rabbit grinned. He knew that he could run that   
   > far fifty times a day.   
      
     TOM: [ As Mr Turtle ] Now let me go run that sixty times today!   
      
   >   
   >         "I'll be at the creek early in the morning," he   
   > promised.   
   >   
   >         [Illustration]   
      
    JOEL: Figure A, creek.   
      
      
   [ End of Chapter 7 ]   
      
      
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