A scream from Belle startled them.

"Oh!" she yelled. "There he comes! What shall we do?"

Without waiting for instructions, however, Belle, with the other
girls, jumped up and started for a little cottage not far from the
roadside. The ram was coming over the fields straight for the
autos.

"Now wait," cautioned the farmer, as the boys made ready to
confront the animal. "Just keep back until he gets near that
machine. Then maybe we can git him."

"He's game sport, all right," said Walter. "He evidently hasn't
had enough."

The brush and low trees along the road made it possible for the
young men to hide, while the excited animal dashed through the
tall grass out into the road.

He went straight for the hay wagon. With a bound he was in the
decorated auto, like a beast in a cage, with the rack and hay
trimmings surrounding him.

"Now we've got him," said the farmer; "that is, if we're careful."

"How?" whispered Ed.

"Someone must lasso him. "The farmer held out the rope in his