“Run!” called Mr. Murphy. “Run with him, and along after him, Mike. Try to turn him to the right and the left so’s he’ll know how to mind the reins when he’s fast to the wagon. Run after him!”
Mike, holding fast to the reins, ran, and the goat ran too. And, being a good runner, Lightfoot easily kept ahead of Mike. It was all Mike could do not to let go the reins.
“Run!” called Mr. Murphy. “Run faster, Mike!”
Mike tried but he stumbled over a stone and fell. However, he kept hold of the reins, winding them around his wrists and as Lightfoot kept on going he pulled Mike all about the yard.
“Bless an’ save us!” cried Mrs. Malony coming to the door of her shanty. “What’s happenin’?”
“He’s teaching Lightfoot to pull to harness,” said Mr. Murphy.
“Hum! It looks more like Lightfoot was teachin’ Mike,” said the widow. “Won’t Mike be hurt?”
“Not a bit. Many a time in th’ old country I’ve been dragged by a goat. It’s good for one.”
Around and around the yard Lightfoot dragged Mike, the chickens and ducks scattering in all directions, the old rooster flying up on the fence and crowing with all his might.
At last Lightfoot, finding he could not get the iron bit out of his mouth, and could not shake off the harness, and looking back and seeing Mike being dragged about on the ground, thought: