With lowered head, the ram sprang at Mickey. He flew in air, and
it butted space and whirled again, so that before the boy's breath was
fully recovered he lifted once more, with all the agility learned on the
streets of Multiopolis; but that time the broad straw hat he wore to
protect his eyes on the water, sailed from his head; he dropped the poles,
and as the ram came back at him he hit it squarely in the face with the
bait can, which angered rather than daunted it. Then for a few minutes
Mickey was too busy to know exactly what happened, and movements were too
quick for Junior. When he saw that Mickey was tiring, and the ram was not,
he caught a rail from the fence and helped subdue the ram. Panting they
climbed the fence and sat resting.
"Why I didn't know Higgins had that ram," said Junior. "We fellows always
crossed that field before. Say, there ain't much in that
'_Gentle sheep pray tell me why,
In the pleasant fields you lie?_'
business, is there?"
"Not much but the lie," said Mickey earnestly.
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