"Deserves to have been left in the well," exclaimed Jim Chandler, "the ungrateful beast!"
There was no need of any running, however, for the ram had no heart, perhaps no very serviceable legs, to follow them. Abe Larrabee was the only fellow who really hurried much.
It was just as they all got to the other side of the old bridge on the road to the village that Put Boswell suddenly broke out with:
"Look a-here, boys, wasn't we a-wondering this morning what we'd do with this here last day of vacation?"
"That was just the trouble," said Charley Farrington, "and we've put it in a-helping an old sheep out of Chittenden's well."
"Don't care for that," stoutly responded Put. "Didn't I say last night I'd find something to do? I say it's the best day we've had. We know just what to do with an old well now. It's been real interesting."
"Yes," drawled Abe Larrabee, "so it has. Interesting to the old ram too. Worst of it is, we daren't tell anybody."
That was too bad, but they could all go back to school more cheerfully for it the next day.