he'll have to run on three legs. Our dog did that once, when
one of his legs had been run over," said Lola Taylor, Tom's sister.

"Come on, Nicknack, get up!" cried Ted. "Stand up and give us a ride on
the ice."

But the goat only went: "Baa-a-a-a!" again, and he seemed to shake his
head as if to say that he could not get up.

"His legs are all right," Teddy said when he had looked at them as well
as he could, and felt of the parts that stuck out from under Nicknack's
body. "Why doesn't he stand up?"

"What's the matter, Curlytop?" asked Harry Morris.

"My goat won't stand up on the ice," Ted answered. "He fell down and his
legs are all right, but he won't stand up."

"Maybe it's because he knows he can't," said Harry. "Goats aren't made
to stand on slippery ice you know. Their hoofs are hard like a cow's.
They are all right for walking on snow or on the ground, but they can't
get a good hold on the ice. I guess the reason Nicknack won't stand up
is because he knows he'd fall down again if he tried it. Here, I'll help
you get him over into the snow, and there you'll see he'll be all
right."

With the help of Harry, the goat was half led and half carried off the
pond to the snow-covered ground. There Nicknack could drag the sled
easily, and he gave Ted and Jan a nice ride, also pulling Lola and Tom.

Ted offered the big boy a ride behind the goat, but Harry said:

"I'm much obliged to you, Curlytop, but I'm afraid your sled is too
small for me. Your goat is strong enough to pull me, I guess, but I'd
fall off the sled, I'm afraid."

"I wish I could make him pull me on the ice," said Teddy. "How could we
make him stop slipping?" he asked the big boy.

"Well, you'd have to have sharp-pointed iron shoes put on his hoofs, the
same as they shoe horses for the winter. Only I don't know any
blacksmith that could make shoes small enough for a goat. Maybe you
could tie cloth on his hoofs, or old pieces of rubber, so he wouldn't
slip on the ice."

"That's what we'll do!" cried Teddy. "To-morrow we'll make some rubbers
for our goat, Jan."

"Do you think he'll let us put 'em on?" asked Jan.

"Oh, course he will. Nicknack is a good goat."

Ted and Jan drove him around some more in the snow, and this was not
hard pulling for Nicknack, as the sled slipped along easily and he had
no trouble in standing up on his sharp hoofs in the soft snow. But Ted
did not again drive him on the ice that day.

"I know what we can do