"No, thank you, I think I have plenty, but you shall have some more
green leaves."

Tad pulled down branch after branch which he piled up in front of the
goat, and which she attacked with vigorous nibbles and tugs.

Very much refreshed, the boy ran back to the miners' shack.

"How much do I owe you?" he asked.

"Don't owe us nuthin'."

"Well, here is twenty-five cents. I thank you very much," replied the
lad, laying the money down in front of the door of the shack, because
the miner refused to reach out his hand for it.

"You're welcome, kid. Mebby we might squeeze out a chunk of bread
after all."

"I think I have had plenty. I do not feel hungry now," he smiled.
"How far is it to the Red Star the way you have directed me?"

"As the eagle flies, 'bout twelve miles. You'll make it in fifteen,
cause you'll have to go around a draw that you can't get through.
When you get round the draw just come back till ye git on yer course
again," directed the miner.

"Thank you. Good-bye. Hope I have a chance to return the favor some
time," smiled Tad, swinging his hand in parting salute, as he started
with renewed courage.