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EBENEEZER THE GOAT
“What have you been doing?” I demanded.
“I fell down, sir,” he answered.
“Brown,” I said sternly, “where is the goat, Ebeneezer?”
Brown rubbed his nose and looked thoughtfully at me. “Well, sir, I can’t say as ’ow I rightly know. ’E was” Further disclosures were nipped in the bud by the sudden appearance of the Major. He was inarticulate with rage.
“Get me my revolver,” he spluttered. “Get me my revolver. That damn goat’s come back and knocked me down again!”
But Brown had discreetly vanished.
