But the goat would not go straight down the island path. He kept pulling off to one side, and at last Ted cried:
"Here, Hal, you take hold of the lines and pull with me. Maybe we can steer him around then."
"Can we pull real hard—I mean will the lines break?" asked Hal.
"Oh, no, they're good and strong," answered Ted.
So he and his chum both pulled on the one rein—the one to get Nicknack's head pointed straight down the path instead of off to one side, but it did no good. The goat knew what he wanted to do, and he was going to do it.
"Look out!" suddenly cried Teddy. "We're going to tip over!"
The next minute the front wheels of the wagon ran up on a little pile of dirt at one side of the path, and the cart gently tilted to one side and then went over with a rattle and a bang.
"There!" laughed Hal, as he rolled out on some soft grass. "We are over, Ted."
"I knew we were going," said Teddy as he, too, laughed and got up. "Whoa there, Nicknack!" he shouted, for the goat was still going on, dragging the overturned wagon after him.
But Nicknack did not stop until he reached a little bush, on which were some green leaves that he seemed to like very much, for he began to chew them.