"You may be sure I do," she declared with emphasis. "I was never so
scared in my life."
"Want to buy him?" asked the man, grasping at a chance of selling an
animal that had already placed him in some embarrassing positions.
"How much do you want?" asked Roy, more as a joke than anything else.
"Three dollars," said the man.
"There you are, girls! Who'll bid? Who'll bid? This fine young ram going
at a sacrifice."
Jimsy imitated an auctioneer, raising his voice to a sharp pitch.
CHAPTER XVI.
AN INVITATION TO RACE.
It is almost needless to say that the purchase was not consummated. The
girls raised a chorus of protest. The "nasty thing" was the mildest of
the epithets they applied to the beast.
"Well, I don't know. I thought we might have his skin done into a robe.
We could give it as a prize to the girl that makes the best record on
this motor flight," suggested Jimsy.
"I wish you'd take him up a thousand feet and drop him," declared the
unfortunate ram's owner.
"Poor thing! he only acted according to his nature," defended Peggy;
"let him loose and he'll go back to the flock.
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