“Indeed I was. And did you really jump from the top of those rocks?”
“I did,” answered the leaping goat, holding his head high and feeling very proud.
“That’s more than I could do, though I can do circus tricks,” said Tinkle. “There’s been a book written about me and my tricks and adventures.”
“You don’t tell me!” cried Lightfoot. “But what’s a book?”
Before Tinkle could answer Mr. Farley, the father of George and Mabel, called good-by to the Widow Malony and drove on with the children in the pony cart.
“Good-by!” called Tinkle to Lightfoot. “If ever you get to the circus ask Tum Tum, the jolly elephant, or Mappo, the merry monkey, about me.”
“I will,” promised Lightfoot, “though I never expect to go to a circus.”
“Sure they were nice little children,” said Mrs. Malony, “and it was a fine pony cart they had. How would you like to pull a stylish cart like that, Lightfoot?” she asked as she went back in the shanty to finish her washing.
For many days after this Lightfoot lived around the squatter’s shanty learning to leap and do other things that goats have to do in this world. And one day he had an adventure that was not exactly pleasant.