“Oh, not now!” cried Janet. “He’s running away, maybe, and he might run away with you!”
Trouble shook his head. He would not like that. He took hold of his sister’s hand on one side, and Ted’s on the other, and together the three children started on toward the barn once more. They could still hear the cries:
“He’s loose! He’s loose! Look out!”
All at once Ted cried:
“Oh, it’s our goat Nicknack! He’s the one that’s loose! Look at him!”
And, as he pointed, Janet and Trouble saw the goat running about the barnyard with a farmhand chasing after him with a stick. Around and around ran the goat, and around and around after him ran the man, calling:
“Whoa! Whoa there, nice goat! Don’t run away!”
But the goat was running away, and he didn’t “whoa” when the man told him to.
“You stay here,” directed Ted to his sister and little brother.
“What you going to do?” asked Janet.