Randy. "Just look at my left ear, will
you?" and he pointed to that member, which was much swollen. "Got hit
there twice--with regular soakers, too."

"Well, that's part of the game, Randy," remarked Jack. He had been hit
half a dozen times, but had not minded it in the least.

On the following afternoon the Rover boys visited a long hill in that
vicinity, which a number of the cadets were using for coasting purposes.
With money sent to them by Jack's father, they had purchased a fine
bobsled, and on this they took numerous rides, along with several of
their chums.

There were two ways of going down the hill. One was in the direction of
Haven Point, and the other wound around a second smaller hill and ended
in the pasture lot of an old farmer. This farmer was an Irishman named
Mike O'Toole, a pleasant enough individual, who had often given the boys
rides on his farm wagon, and who was not averse to selling them fruit,
and also milk, when they desired it. He was such a good-natured old man
that very few of the cadets ever thought to molest his orchard.

"Say, I've got an idea!" cried Andy suddenly, when he and the other
Rovers were riding down into O'Toole's pasture. "Let's go down and have
a look at the old man's goats," and he winked knowingly at his twin.

O'Toole had once lived in the city, and there had been the proud
possessor of several goats, which he had used in one of the public
parks, where they were attached to little wagons in which the children
could ride for ten cents per person. O'Toole had brought his goats to
the farm with him, and treated them with as much affection as if they
were members of his family.

"What have you go up your sleeve, Andy?" questioned Fred, as they got
off the bobsled and dragged it behind them toward Mike O'Toole's house.
The old Irish farmer and his wife lived alone, having no children and no
hired help.

"Oh, I thought we might hire a goat or two to pull the bobsled," was the
easy answer.

"To pull the bobsled?"

"To be sure. If those goats can pull wagons, they can certainly pull
sleds, too. Then, I thought if we could get the goats to pull us all the
way to Colby Hall, it wouldn't be any more than fair to take the goats
in out of the cold and treat 'em nicely."

"Oh, I see!" cried Randy, who was listening to his twin's talk. "For
instance, we might take the goats into the Hall and up to Professor
Lemm's room, eh?"

"You've caught the idea, Randy. What do you thi