We'll leave plenty of room for the goat and the cart."
"Oh, Nicknack will be good," declared Ted. "I know he will. Won't you,
Nicknack?" and he put his arms around his pet. The goat had been
driven down near the dock whence the boat started for Star Island.
"Well, unharness him and we'll get him on board," said the farmer.
"Then we'll see what happens next."
Nicknack made no fuss at all about being unharnessed. His wagon was
first wheeled on the boat, which was a large one and broad. Then Ted
started Nicknack toward the craft.
"Giddap!" cried Teddy to Nicknack. "We're going to camp on Star
Island, and you can have lots of fun! Giddap!"
Nicknack stood still on the dock for a few seconds, and he seemed to
be sniffing the boat and the water in which it floated. Then with a
little wiggle of his funny, short tail, he jumped down in near his
wagon, and began eating some grass which Ted had pulled and placed
there for him.
"It's a sort of bait, like a piece of cheese in a mouse trap,"
remarked Ted, as he saw the goat nibbling. "Isn't he good, Grandpa?"
"He's good now, Teddy; but whether he'll be good all the way over is
something I can't say. I hope so."
George put in the boat as much as could safely be carried, with the
goat as a passenger, and then he and Grandpa Martin began rowing
toward Star Island.
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