“I can butt better than he can, and I’ll show him too, next time,” grumbled Snipper, rubbing his head against a tree.
“Say!” cried the boy who had spoken roughly to Mike, “if your goat doesn’t leave mine alone I—I’ll do something to you!”
“Oh, no, you won’t,” said Mike. “I’m not afraid of the likes of you.”
“Here, boys, stop your quarreling,” said the man. “Get ready now, some children and their mothers are coming. Perhaps they may want rides.”
Along the path that led to the goat stand came a number of boys and girls. Seeing them, the boys in charge of the goats called:
“Here you are for a ride! This way for a ride! We’ve got the best goats in the park! Only five cents a ride!”
The children stopped. Some begged their fathers or mothers to let them have a ride. One man, with a boy and girl consented.
“Which wagon and goat do you want?” asked the father.
For a moment the tots were undecided.