“Safe me!” Hans yelled. “You peen goin’ let me kill somet’ing, eh? Wow! Id’s coming do kill me again! Hellup! Fire! Murter! Bolice!”
Diamond picked up a rope’s end and gave the goat a whack across the back. It was like whacking a piece of wood. The goat did not budge.
The boy caught it by the tail. Hans lifted himself, and the goat, dragging the boy, made for him again.
This time Hans fell down without being touched.
Diamond leaped after the boy and sought to take the goat by the neck. It flung him off.
“Ba-a-aa!”
Whack!
That was the goat’s reply to Diamond for his attempted interference. The blow fell on Diamond’s legs, knocking them from under him, and the young Virginian promptly measured his length on the deck.
The goat wheeled again and struck at Bruce Browning, who was crawling off his easy stool. It missed Bruce.