"That Nanni!" cried Fritz wrathfully as he prepared to follow
her. "She'll break her pesky neck and mine too some day."

He climbed a tree for a short cut to the cliff and dropped from
an overhanging branch to the narrow shelf of rock in front of the
goat. Bello, meanwhile, ran back and forth below, barking like
everything, but quite unable either to follow Nanni up the steep
trail, or to climb the tree as Fritz had done.

"Come, Nanni," said Fritz, holding out his hand as he stepped
carefully toward her.

Nanni sniffed and backed. Leneli and Seppi watched from below,
breathless with anxiety. If she should back too much she might
fall over the cliff and be killed. If she should dash forward she
might knock Fritz over it instead. But Fritz was a wise goat-
boy! He put his hand in his pocket and drew out a handful of
salt, which he kept for just such times as this. He held it out
toward Nanni and carefully and slowly backed away from the edge
of the cliff, coaxing her to follow him. As she stepped forward,
he stepped back, and in this way led her by a roundabout path
down the farther side of the rocks to the place where the other
goats wore still feeding.

"Oh, Fritzi, I never could do that," said Leneli, hugging him
when he was on safe ground once more. "I should be so
frightened."

"I could," said Seppi promptly; "I'm not afraid."