“It’s Trouble!” shouted Jan.
“But where?” Ted asked.
Without answering, Jan hurried to the overturned wagon. As she lifted up one side of it there came a cry from underneath.
“I want to go home! I want my mamma!”
“Why, it’s Trouble!” gasped Ted. “He was under the wagon!”
And so he was. When Nicknack turned to one side so quickly, and when one of the wheels came off, upsetting the goat cart, Ted and Jan had been tossed out, or else they had jumped, they hardly knew which. But Trouble had stayed in, and consequently the wagon had fallen right over on top of him, hiding him underneath it.
Luckily the sides of the wagon were high, and as there were soft cushions in it and a piece of carpet, little Trouble was not in the least hurt. His head was not even bumped, but, of course, he was frightened, for he was in the dark, and he thought he was shut in a closet at home, which he never liked. He did not know it was only the overturned goat wagon which held him down.
Trouble stopped crying as soon as Jan and Ted lifted the wagon so he could crawl out, which he did immediately. Then he saw Nicknack eating grass at the side of the lane and he laughed.
“Bossy-goat runned away!” cried Trouble. “Didn’t him?”
“That’s what he did!” answered Ted. “But he didn’t mean to. Only our wagon is busted!”