"No, but Whisker can butt with his horns!" cried Freddie. "That's what I'll do! If it's a gypsy I'll sic Whisker on him!"
Just then the children heard the voice again, calling:
"Where are you? I want to find you!"
Once more they looked at one another rather afraid. And then came a loud "Baa-a-a-a-a!" from Whisker.
"Come on!" cried Freddie. "Maybe they're trying to take our goat away!"
He started on a run through the woods toward the place where they had left Whisker and the wagon, now out of sight behind some bushes.
"Wait! Wait for me!" cried Flossie, who was left behind with Helen. "Don't run off without us, Freddie!"
"Oh, excuse me," he said, politely enough. "But we don't want those gypsies to take Whisker."
"Whisker'll butt 'em," said Flossie. "Wait for us."
"Yes, I guess our goat won't let anybody take him," went on Freddie, walking now, instead of running. "Come on, Flossie and Helen! Maybe it's your doll talking and maybe it isn't. But we'll soon see!"