But that afternoon as the Boy rode by with the Colonel and the gull on the way to the Pond, he saw Jacky squatting in a hole he'd dug in the ground. And Jacky was rolling a bit of paper between his fingers, and spying over his shoulder, to see if he was being seen. For he knew very well that what he was doing was dead against the rules of That Country. But he was going from bad to worst so fast that he cared for nothing very much now. Indeed he was said to have said that, next to a ride, his great wish was to be like a man from Abroad. Then the Boy, now he knew where Jacky was, lay awake all night with Goly, planning a booby-trap. And old Goly entered into it with all his might: for he loved the Boy, because they had jokes together; and hated Jacky, because of fat beast. So next day they started out of the Fort together, the Boy riding with his red parasol up to attract attention. And they went past the Wood, where they could see Jacky quite plainly, hiding up an elder bush, disguised as a cannibal. And he was holding something between his lips. And when he saw them he took it out of his mouth, and held it up in his fingers, and puffed: for he was pretty well dead to all shame now. But they paid no heed, and strolled on instead. Then when they got to the Pond they stopped. And Goly went to sleep with one eye wide, and his back to the Wood. And he stood with his trunk a tiny bit _retroussé_, and his tail the least leetle bit out towards the Wood to tempt Jacky. And Jacky was tempted. For after about a bit out he crawled in his disguise, and crept up on his hands and knees, and swarmed up Goly by the tail, and threw the Boy down after not much of a tussle; while Goly just stood still and chuckled. And when Jacky had done dancing and screaming, "There! There! I told you I would! I told you I would! ha! ha! ha! Who's won now? Who's won now?" he sat down across Goly for his ride. And he dug his heels in, and bobbed up and down, to pretend he was rising in stirrups, and went with his arms like he'd seen men on horse-back, and cried in a bass-voice, "Gee up, fat beast! gee up!" and slapped with his hands. So Goly winked one eyelid, and went for a little bit of a canter round the Pond. Then Jacky, who wasn't much of a horseman at the best of times, sprawled on Goly's back, gasping, "I'm having my ride! I'm having my ride. O, I say!--Isn't it j-j-just lubly?" which was quite a lie, for he hated it, because of the bumpety bump. So he was just going to slither off when Goly shyed with a skip and a squeal, and landed plump in the Pond. And when the waves had gone down a bit, all you could see was the tip of Goly's trunk, and the top of his back showing above water like a little black island with a shipwrecked cannibal on it, screaming for help. But there was no help to be had: for the Boy, as soon as he could walk for laughing, tottered back to the Fort, to tell the Fellows!