When Gran’pa saw that Gran’ma’s shooing had no effect upon the Faun Boys, Gran’pa ran after them and managed to catch their arms, and although they struggled to get free he held them tightly.
“My gracious!” Gran’pa asked them, “Do you wish to kill that poor old man?”
“Let us go!” the Faun Boys cried, “He’s a wicked magician!”
The little Faun Boy caught up with the Strange Man, hitting him with all his might. (page [44])
“I thought they were goats,” Gran’ma exclaimed, and she looked hard at the Faun Boys as she adjusted her glasses, “but they are part boys!”
The Strange Man had managed to get to his feet and without thanking Gran’pa, who still held the Faun Boys, he slipped through the bushes and disappeared.
The two Faun Boys began crying. “He was a wicked magician!” they said, “and he changed us partly into goats. We are trying to get him to change us back to our own shapes! Now you have spoiled it all!”
“Dear me!” Gran’ma cried, as she caught the two Faun Boys in her arms. “Gran’pa, you should have known better!”
“I know I should have known better now, but I didn’t until they told me!” Gran’pa said. “I’m very sorry!”