Right at the Butterfly the ram rushed. Reaching it, with one bound he was in the chassis.
"Now we'll get him," whispered the owner of the ram. "I told you if he was let go he'd start cutting up rough."
"Well, you surely proved a good prophet," laughed Jimsy.
"Now we've got to catch him," said the man.
"How?" whispered Jimsy.
"Someone must lasso him as you did before. Easy now. Don't scare him or he might do damage."
The ram was seated in the aëroplane for all the world as if he was a scientific investigator of some sort. He paid no attention whatever to those who were creeping up on him, Jimsy with his rope in his hand, the loop trailing behind him all ready for action.
"This is more fun than a deer hunt!" declared Roy.
"Than a bull fight, you mean," retorted Jimsy; "this creature gives the best imitation of a wild bull I ever saw."
They all laughed. The ram certainly had given a realistic interpretation of a savage Andalusian fighter.