This game kept up for a long time. The men who were in sight dropped
what they were doing and made an admiring circle; even the Captain had
to smile. Lucia wanted to laugh outright, but she managed to keep her
face set in grave lines.

At last the soldier gave up the chase and retired among the jeers of
his comrades to the side lines. The Captain saw an opportunity to
amuse his men, and perhaps end their grumbling for the time being. He
offered a reward to the man that could catch the goat.

First one soldier and then another attempted it, but none of them
succeeded. After a while the fun of the chase wore off for Garibaldi,
and she became angry. She had a little trick of butting that had won
her Beppi's dislike, and she used it to the discomfiture of the
Austrian army.

Lucia saw them one after another rub their shins and their knees, for
although Garibaldi did not have horns, her head was very, very hard
indeed, and she was afraid that some one of them might grow angry and
hurt her pet. She looked at the officer and pointed to the goat.

"I can catch her," she said simply.

"Well, do it then," the Captain replied.

Lucia called softly and made a queer clicking noise. Garibaldi stopped
butting, and walked soberly over to her. She smiled good-naturedly at
the men, and tied the rope that one of them handed to her around the
goat's neck. One of the soldiers pointed to a tree behind the shed,