It is needless to say that Billy immediately disappeared down a side street. Here he ran into a livery stable where a dog fight had been going on in the back yard. Two ferocious bull-dogs, had fought so wickedly that their jaws had had to be pried apart.
One of the dogs had a chain around its neck and its owner was going to lead it off when one of the livery men saw Billy and called out:
"Wait a minute Mr. Pride, here's a Billy goat I bet can lick your dog. Let us turn them loose in the yard and have another fight."
"Why, man what are you talking about? My dog would make just one grab at the goat's throat and kill him."
"I am not so sure of that," replied the man, "but I am mighty sure he will lick your dog if he is the goat I think he is, for I believe he is the trained goat from the circus."
"Let's have a fight," said the other men that were standing around. "It will be great sport to see the goat lick the dog that can whip every other dog in town."
"So you think the goat can lick my dog, do you? I'll bet one or all of you twenty dollars that he can't."
"It is a go!" said two or three. Then the man that had proposed the fight said: "It is all well enough to have a little fight for fun but I hate to see your dog killed, as he may be."
"Oh, don't you worry about my dog. Leave all your worrying for the goat."
All this time the dog had been pulling at his chain and straining to get at the goat, while Billy quietly walked around inspecting things, chewing anything he could find.