"
"Not him," declared his owner; "he'd only raise more Cain. Better let
him be."
But the girls raised a chorus of protest. It was a shame to leave the
poor thing tied up, and they insisted that he be let loose.
"All right, if you kin stand it I kin," grinned the man.
He and the boy bent over the captive ram and cast him loose. The beast
struggled to his feet, and for an instant stood glaring about him out
of his yellowish eyes that gleamed like agates. But it was only for an
instant that he remained thus.
Suddenly he lowered his head and without more preliminaries dashed right
at the _Golden Butterfly_.
"Gracious, he's a game old sport!" yelled Jimsy; "Hasn't had enough of
it yet, eh?"
Right at the _Butterfly_ the ram rushed. Reaching it, with one bound he
was in the chassis.
"Now we'll get him," whispered the owner of the ram. "I told you if he
was let go he'd start cutting up rough."
"Well, you surely proved a good prophet," laughed Jimsy.
"Now we've got to catch him," said the man.
"How?" whispered Jimsy.
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