"Some," replied Walter. "But I guess we can manage. Would you like to sell that ram?"
"Sell him? What for? To kill folks as try to feed him? I bought him from a fellow who always wore an overcoat, and, bless me, that ram got so used to it if I haven't had to put my ulster on the hottest days this summer to do down to the pasture where he was chewin'."
The boys laughed heartily at this. Walter seemed keener than ever now on making a bargain.
"Well, you see," he said, "we might use the fellow for stunts—tricks.
I think we might train him—"
A scream from Belle startled them.
"Oh!" she yelled. "There he comes! What shall we do?"
Without waiting for instructions, however, Belle, with the other girls, jumped up and started for a little cottage not far from the roadside. The ram was coming over the fields straight for the autos.
"Now wait," cautioned the farmer, as the boys made ready to confront the animal. "Just keep back until he gets near that machine. Then maybe we can git him."
"He's game sport, all right," said Walter. "He evidently hasn't had enough."
The brush and low trees along the road made it possible for the young men to hide, while the excited animal dashed through the tall grass out into the road.