“We’ll never get down unless somebody comes to drive that beast away,” cried Ruth, in disgust.
“And I bet nobody comes over to this end of the farm for days at a time.”
“That’s it! keep on! make it just as bad as you can,” groaned Ruth. “Do you know it will soon be luncheon time, Helen?”
“But that won’t bother Mr. Goat. He hopes to lunch off us, I guess.”
“But we can’t stay here, Helen!” cried Ruth, in despair.
“You have my permission to hop right down, my dear, and make the closer acquaintance of Sir Capricornus, and all the harem. Ex-cuse me! I think after due consideration I will retain my lofty perch—— Ugh!”
“You came pretty near slipping off that time!” exclaimed Ruth. “I wouldn’t be too funny, if I were you.”
“Maybe you are right,” agreed her friend, in a more subdued tone. “Dear me! let us call again, Ruth!”
So both girls again raised their voices. This time there was a response, but not from the direction of the stone wall they had crossed to reach the spring.
“Hello!” called a jovial sounding voice. “Hello up there!”