Turn back

They tied Jim’s left hind leg to Molo’s right and the pair went off, hopping and leaping, as fast as they could go.

They were overtaking everyone until a small pair of scouts fell in front of them and tripped them over.
 
Jim rubbed his knee and muttered crossly. “So far this silly scheme has cost me a doughnut, a scraped knee — and I haven’t tasted one little strawberry!”

The spectators were calling for Jim and Molo to finish the race.

They got up and staggered in over the finish line. They were last.