He'd have new gusts of fury at her. "What you out here for? Think you was a _mountain_ goat? Don't you know the tide's comin' in? Think you can get back easy as you got _out_?" He kicked at her hind legs to make her move on. She stood and looked at the water which covered the in-between rocks on which she had picked her way out. "Course," said Joe Doane. "Tide's in--you fool! You damned _goat_!" With the strength of a man who is full of fury he picked her up and threw her to the next boulder. "Hope you kill yourself!" was his heartening word. But the government goat did not kill herself. She only looked around for further help. To get away from her, he had to get her ashore. He guided and lifted, planted fore legs and shoved at hind legs, all the time telling her he hoped she'd kill herself. Once he stood still and looked all around and thought. After that he gave the government goat a shove that sent her in water above her knees. Then he had to get in too and help her to a higher rock. It was after he had thus saved the government goat from the sea out of which the government goat had cheated him that he looked ahead to see there were watchers on the shore. Cadaras had returned from the cemetery. Cadaras and Doanes were watching him bring home the government goat. From time to time he'd look up at them. There seemed to be no little agitation among this group. They'd hold on to each other and jump up and down like watchers whose men are being brought in from a wreck. There was one place where again he had to lift the government goat. After this he heard shouts and looked ashore to see his boys dancing up and down like little Indians. Finally they had made it. The watchers on the shore came running out to meet them. "Oh, Mr. Doane!" cried Mrs. Cadara, hands out-stretched, "I am _thankful_ to you! You saved my goat! I _have_ no man myself to save my goat. I _have_ no man. I _have_ no man!" Mrs. Cadara covered her face with her hands, swayed back and forth, and sobbed because her man was dead. Young Cadaras gathered around her. They seemed of a sudden to know they had no father, and to realize that this was a thing to be deplored. Agnes even wet her mourning handkerchief. Myrtie came up and took his arm. "Oh, Father," said she, "I was so 'fraid you'd hurt yourself!" He looked down into his little girl's face. He realized that just a little while before he had expected never to look into her face again. He looked at the government goat, standing a little apart, benevolently regarding this humankind. Suddenly Joe Doane began to laugh. He laughed--laughed--and laughed. And it _was_ a laugh. "When I saw you lift that goat!" said his wife, in the voice of a woman who may not have a fireless cooker, but--!