ently Patrick, the larger goat, did not like the looks of the irate
teacher, who was now shaking his fists at the grinning cadets. Suddenly
the goat made another leap, this time striking Asa Lemm in the shoulder,
and once more the professor went down, this time with his feet sliding
directly under the bed, so that he became somewhat wedged in from his
waist down. Then the goat made another leap and charged toward the door
to the hallway.

"Look out!" warned Jack, and was just in time to push Fred out of
danger. Then the goat made a rush, and the next minute came full tilt
into Slugger Brown, sending the bully crashing into those behind him.
The second goat also leaped from the bed, and made for the doorway,
hitting Martell as he passed.

"Look out for the battering-ram!"

"This is only a battering goat--but it's just as bad!" yelled Andy. "Go
it, goat! Go it!" he added gleefully.

Both goats did "go it." They raced through the hallway, knocking down
cadets right and left. One younger boy, named Stowell, but who was
always called Codfish by the others because of his unusually broad
mouth, was attacked at the head of the stairs and sent hurtling down to
the bottom.

"Oh! oh! I'm killed! He has knocked me to pieces!" yelled Codfish.

With the two goats racing around the school, the excitement increased.
But gradually the goats were driven by the Rovers to a lower hallway,
and then toward a side door, which Jack and Fred lost no time in
opening.

"Get them out of here as quick as you can. We don't want them to be
captured," whispered Jack to his cousins. "We don't want old Lemon to
know they are Mike O'Toole's animals."

"Stop those goats! I don't want them to get away!" yelled Asa Lemm, from
the upper hallway. But the goats were already outside.

"Oh gee! we forgot one thing--I mean several things!" gasped Andy. "The
goats are dressed up in old Lemon's clothes!"

"Gracious! why didn't we think of that?" gasped Randy. "We can't let 'em
run away with all that stuff!"

"I'll go after them and see if I can stop them," said Jack.

"Want me to go with you?" questioned Walt.

"If you will, Walt. Maybe it will take two of us to manage the goats."
And then Jack and Walt hurried off and the others returned to see what
would happen next.

Fortunately for the boys who had gone after them, the goats did not run
very far. Jack had a few more vegetables left in his pocket, and with
these in his hand he walked cautiously