“Come on, friends,” whispered Billy Binks, boldly. “It is time to win my fortune. Remember you have all promised to help me.”
“Yes, yes, I’ll help. And I think I see my fortune, too,” answered each of the animals, now as bold as Billy Binks.
Softly, quietly, and slowly they crept through the forest. Presently they came to the clearing. There stood the ugly, black hob-goblin, bending over his fire. His back was turned toward them.
“Now!” shouted Billy Binks, and they all rushed at the terrible monster.
The raven dashed into his face and pecked at his large green eyes.
The cat scratched great gashes in his long nose.
The dog bit him, and the horse kicked him.
The enraged cow rushed upon him with lowered head, caught him on her horns, and tossed him as high as the treetops.
