"What's the matter?" asked Hal.
"Nicknack wants to go over that way and I want him to go straight
ahead," answered Ted.
"Maybe he sees some of those blue rocks the way he wants to go,"
suggested Hal.
"Oh, I don't guess so," replied his chum. "I guess he just wants to
get some new kind of grass to eat. Whoa, Nicknack, I tell you!" and
Teddy pulled as hard as he could on the reins, without hurting his
goat, for he never wanted to do that.
But the goat would not go straight down the island path. He kept
pulling off to one side, and at last Ted cried:
"Here, Hal, you take hold of the lines and pull with me. Maybe we can
steer him around then."
"Can we pull real hard--I mean will the lines break?" asked Hal.
"Oh, no, they're good and strong," answered Ted.
So he and his chum both pulled on the one rein--the one to get
Nicknack's head pointed straight down the path instead of off to one
side, but it did no good. The goat knew what he wanted to do, and he
was going to do it.
"Look out!" suddenly cried Teddy. "We're going to tip over!"
The next minute the front wheels of the wagon ran up on a little pile
of dirt at one side of the path, and the cart gently tilted to one
side and then went over with a rattle and a bang.
"There!" laughed Hal, as he rolled out on some soft grass. "We are
over, Ted.
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