hand, making a loop ready to throw over the ram's head.

The girls had reached the cottage, but were calling to the boys
all sorts of warning and cautions.

"When he gets at the hay," said the farmer, "I guess he'll eat.
That run likely whet up his appetite."

"More fun than a deer hunt," said Jack, laughing. "I wonder what
will turn up next on this motor girls' tour."

"Get busy," said Ed, creeping toward the hay wagon. "Now, Walter
- Oh, Glory be! If he isn't at my four-dollar gloves!"

Quick, like the well=trained athlete that he was, Ed grabbed the
rope from the farmer, sprang to the hay rack and made a cast.

It landed true on the animal's horns.

"I've got him!" exclaimed the boy. "Now, fellows, quick! Make
his legs fast."

No need to say "quick," for the boys were up and busy making fast
the beast before the surprised farmer had a chance to exclaim.

"So you like the real thing in gloves?" asked Ed while pulling at
the rope. "Well, I fancy you will make something real - perhaps a
robe - for the best record of this trip. Oh, I say, fellows,
let's buy the brute, have him done up properly, and offer his coat
to the girl who comes home with a record."