"
"I'll prove it to you," said Mike. "Do you see that black spot on
his forehead and that he has one black hoof and all the others
are white?"
"That don't prove anything," said the clown. "You just noticed
that as we were walking along, and now you come up here and try
to claim our goat."
"I'll give you another proof," said Mike. "He will come when I
call him."
"All right, call him, and I bet he won't follow you," said the
clown.
Mike held out his hand and called him by name, but Billy did not
turn an inch though he knew he belonged to Mike. He did not
propose to go with him and be made to pull milk carts. He
preferred to stay where he was as he liked the excitement of a
circus life.
When Billy did not go to Mike, it made the clown laugh and he
said: "There, I told you so. The goat never saw you before."
"Yes, he has," said Mike, "but it is just like his cussedness to
pretend he don't know me."
"Go along, I can't bother talking to you any more," said the
clown, as all this time Mike had been walking beside the clown as
they marched.
"Well, you need not talk to me any more," said Mike, "but I am
going to have my goat.
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