And Trouble was. When they got to the lower end of the vacant lot
there, in a tangle of weeds, was the goat-wagon, and Nicknack was in
a tangle of harness fast to it.

"Look at Trouble!" cried Teddy.

There lay the little fellow, sound asleep in the goat-wagon, his
head pillowed on his arm, while Nicknack was bleating now and then
between the bites of grass and weeds he was eating.

"Oh, Trouble!" cried Mrs. Newton as she took him up in her arms.

"Yes--dis me--I's Trouble," was the sleepy response. "Oh, 'lo,
Teddy," he went on as he saw his brother. "'Lo, Bob. You come to find
me?"

"I should say we _did_!" cried Bob. "What are you doing here?"

"Havin' wide," was the answer. "Everybody go 'way--out West--I not
have a goat den. I no want Nicknack to go 'way."

"Oh, I see what he means!" exclaimed Teddy, after thinking over what
his little brother said. "He heard us talking about bringing Nicknack
over to your house, Bob, to keep him for us. Trouble likes the goat
and I guess he didn't want to leave him behind. Maybe he thought he
could drive him away out to Montana, to Uncle Frank's ranch."

"Maybe," agreed Bob. "That'd be a long drive, though."