Indeed he was said to have said that, next to a ride, his great wish was to be like a man from Abroad.
Then the Boy, now he knew where Jacky was, lay awake all night with Goly, planning a booby-trap. And old Goly entered into it with all his might: for he loved the Boy, because they had jokes together; and hated Jacky, because of fat beast.
So next day they started out of the Fort together, the Boy riding with his red parasol up to attract attention.
And they went past the Wood, where they could see Jacky quite plainly, hiding up an elder bush, disguised as a cannibal. And he was holding something between his lips. And when he saw them he took it out of his mouth, and held it up in his fingers, and puffed: for he was pretty well dead to all shame now.
But they paid no heed, and strolled on instead.
Then when they got to the Pond they stopped.
And Goly went to sleep with one eye wide, and his back to the Wood.
And he stood with his trunk a tiny bit retroussé, and his tail the least leetle bit out towards the Wood to tempt Jacky.
And Jacky was tempted.
For after about a bit out he crawled in his disguise, and crept up on his hands and knees, and swarmed up Goly by the tail, and threw the Boy down after not much of a tussle; while Goly just stood still and chuckled.