“Whoa there! Whoa!” called Ted.
But the goat did not mind. With a kick of his heels, and a last “Baa-a-a-a!” Nicknack ran away, down through the cherry grove and out toward the road.
CHAPTER XI
TED AND THE HAY RAKE
“Stop, Nicknack! Whoa, there! Whoa!” cried Ted, running after the goat that was now leaping along, his little, short, stubby tail bobbing up and down the way the corks did on the fishing lines.
“Oh, Ted! Do stop him!” begged Jan.
“That’s what I’m trying to do,” answered her brother. He ran as fast as he could, and his sister started to follow, but she felt the drag of Trouble, whose hand she still held, and she knew she could never catch the goat.
Ted could not do it either, and he knew this before he had run far, for Nicknack was going very fast.
“He is really running away!” cried Hal. “It’s too bad. If it wasn’t for my foot——”
“Oh, don’t worry about catching him,” said Ted, coming to a stop and laughing. “I guess it won’t hurt him to run, and the wagon is pretty strong. He’s going in a straight line now, and won’t tip it over.”
“But he’s our goat—and he’s gone!” wailed Janet. “Oh, dear!”