“I’ll say he butted through!” laughed Teddy. “I’m glad I wasn’t in front of him when it happened. Boy, he sure sailed over the fence as if he had wings!”
“Where is he now?” asked the cobbler.
“About ten miles from here, I should say, at the rate he was going,” laughed Teddy.
“He sure was scared,” remarked Joe.
“And mad!” added Dick.
“No wonder,” said Teddy. “If that was Tony Pasqualla’s big goat, and I think it was from the color, he’s always been kindly treated. To Tony and his family that goat, which they milk, is like a cow. They even bring it in the house, so I heard. No wonder, after having been treated kindly all its life, the goat got mad when it was trapped and shut up.”
“Dear me! A goat!” murmured Mr. Crispen. “I was sure it was a deer.”
“Well, it did look a little like the mystery deer,” Joe said. “It was brown and white.”
“And had horns,” added Dick.
“But we couldn’t see it very well. The cracks in the trap were too small,” Teddy remarked.