It is almost needless to say that the purchase was not consummated. The girls raised a chorus of protest. The "nasty thing" was the mildest of the epithets they applied to the beast.
"Well, I don't know. I thought we might have his skin done into a robe. We could give it as a prize to the girl that makes the best record on this motor flight," suggested Jimsy.
"I wish you'd take him up a thousand feet and drop him," declared the unfortunate ram's owner.
"Poor thing! he only acted according to his nature," defended Peggy; "let him loose and he'll go back to the flock."
"Not him," declared his owner; "he'd only raise more Cain. Better let him be."
But the girls raised a chorus of protest. It was a shame to leave the poor thing tied up, and they insisted that he be let loose.
"All right, if you kin stand it I kin," grinned the man.
He and the boy bent over the captive ram and cast him loose. The beast struggled to his feet, and for an instant stood glaring about him out of his yellowish eyes that gleamed like agates. But it was only for an instant that he remained thus.
Suddenly he lowered his head and without more preliminaries dashed right at the Golden Butterfly.
"Gracious, he's a game old sport!" yelled Jimsy; "Hasn't had enough of it yet, eh?"