"Hey, young feller, come back here."
Tad did so reluctantly.
"Sorry we can't give ye anything to eat. My pardner and I reckon though that ye can milk the goat if ye want to."
"The goat?"
"Yep. The goat's our milk wagon—she gives milk for the outfit."
At first he thought they were joking, but Tad suddenly realized that the men were in earnest.
"I—I never milked a goat," he replied hesitatingly.
"Well, if yer hungry enough ye'll try."
"Where is the goat?"
"Oh, I dunno. Browsing hereabouts, I reckon. Look her up if ye want to. We ain't got time."