“Is a voyage nice?” asked the goat.
“You had better wait and see,” was the answer.
“I wish I could come in your stable,” said Lightfoot. “I would not take up much room.”
“You would be welcome,” said a horse, “but there is no way for you to get in unless you can get out of the hold, on to the towpath and come down the plank. Some day maybe you can do that.”
“I hope so,” said Lightfoot, who was now getting very hungry.
Just then the captain called:
“All aboard! Cast off the lines!”
And the next thing Lightfoot knew was that the boat began slowly to move. It had started up the canal. Lightfoot was on a voyage, though where he was going he did not know.