“Come back!” roared Jim frantically, but the boy was far too excited to heed him. He rushed after the fleeing goats at top speed, shouting like an Indian.
Suddenly one of the old bucks wheeled. The creature was as big as a small calf, and almost as powerful as an ox. It saw Percy and lowered its head.
“Gibbering gondolas! He’s coming for me!” exclaimed the boy, and so indeed the infuriated old buck was.
“Fire at him!” roared the others, seeing the boy’s predicament, but Persimmons could only stare stupidly at the great buck, as with lowered horns, it dashed toward him.
“Run! Shoot! Do something!” came from Jim in a volley of shouts.
“Look out!” roared Hardware, as if such a warning was necessary at all.
“Get out of his way!” cried Ralph.