Now, indeed, the Boolooroo was as angry as he was amazed.  He jumped down from the platform and commanded the soldiers to raise the Great Knife into position.  When this was accomplished, the Boolooroo leaned over to try to discover why the frame rolled away—­seemingly of its own accord—­and he was the more puzzled because it had never done such a thing before.

As he stood, bent nearly double, his back was toward the billygoat, which in their interest and excitement the soldiers were holding in a careless manner.  Before any could stop him, he butted his Majesty so furiously that the King soared far into the air and tumbled in a heap among the benches, where he lay moaning and groaning.

The goat’s warlike spirit was roused by this successful attack.  Finding himself free, he turned and assaulted the soldiers, butting them so fiercely that they tumbled down in bunches, and as soon as they could rise again ran frantically from the room and along the corridors as if a fiend was after them.  By this time the goat was so animated by the spirit of conquest that he rushed at the Six Snubnosed Princesses, who had all climbed upon their chairs and were screaming in a panic of fear.  Six times the goat butted, and each time he tipped over a chair and sent a haughty Princess groveling upon the floor, where the ladies got mixed up in their long, blue trains and flounces and laces and struggled wildly until they recovered their footing.  Then they sped in great haste for the door, and the goat gave a final butt that sent the row of royal ladies all diving into the corridor in another tangle, whereupon they shrieked in a manner that terrified everyone within sound of their voices.

As the Room of the Great Knife was now cleared of all but Cap’n Bill, who was tied in his frame, and of Trot and the moaning Boolooroo, who lay hidden behind the benches, the goat gave a victorious bleat and stood in the doorway to face any enemy that might appear.  Trot had been as surprised as anyone at this sudden change of conditions, but she was quick to take advantage of the opportunities it afforded.  First she ran with her rope to the goat, and as the animal could not see her, she easily succeeded in tying the rope around its horns and fastening the loose end to a pillar of the doorway.  Next she hurried to Cap’n Bill and began to unbind him, and as she touched the sailor she became visible.  He nodded cheerfully, then, and said, “I had a notion it was you, mate, as saved me from the knife.  But it were a pretty close call, an’ I hope it won’t happen again.  I couldn’t shiver much, bein’ bound so tight, but when I’m loose I mean to have jus’ one good shiver to relieve my feelin’s.”

“Shiver all you want to, Cap’n,” she said as she removed the last bonds.  “But first you’ve got to help me save us both.”

“As how?” he asked, stepping from the frame.

“Come and get the Boolooroo,” she said, going toward the benches.  The sailor followed and pulled out the Boolooroo, who, when he saw the terrible goat was captured and tied fast, quickly recovered his courage.  “Hi, there!” he cried.  “Where are my soldiers?  What do you mean, prisoner, by daring to lay hands upon me?  Let me go this minute or I’ll—­I’ll have you patched twice!”