Gran’pa and Gran’ma at last came to the tiny house of sticks and mud and heard the cries of the children inside. “Here we are!” Gran’pa cried as he ran around the house. Gran’ma, lifting her skirts, followed, and when she turned the corner of the house she stopped in amazement beside Gran’pa. Back of the house the Strange Man was running in circles and dodging behind trees and bushes, now this way and now that, while right behind him came a Faun Boy with lowered head. They were so busy running they didn’t notice Gran’ma and Gran’pa. And as the old couple watched, the little Faun Boy caught up with the Strange Man and, butting him with all his might, sent him flying through a bunch of ferns. Before the Strange Man could regain his feet the Faun Boy was upon him and sent him tumbling head over heels again. The Strange Man scrambled to his feet when the Faun Boy tripped over some vines and without looking behind him he circled about and ran for the house. As he reached the door, another Faun Boy rushed from the bushes and, taking the Strange Man unawares, sent him flying back towards the first Faun Boy. “Those goats will butt him to pieces!” cried Gran’ma, as she ran after the Faun Boys and tried to shoo them away. The Faun Boys paid no attention to Gran’ma’s shooing and continued to butt the Strange Man about between them until he scarcely had time to know from which side he was attacked. When Gran’pa saw that Gran’ma’s shooing had no effect upon the Faun Boys, Gran’pa ran after them and managed to catch their arms, and although they struggled to get free he held them tightly. “My gracious!” Gran’pa asked them, “Do you wish to kill that poor old man?” “Let us go!” the Faun Boys cried, “He’s a wicked magician!” [Illustration: The little Faun Boy caught up with the Strange Man, hitting him with all his might. (page 44)] “I thought they were goats,” Gran’ma exclaimed, and she looked hard at the Faun Boys as she adjusted her glasses, “but they _are_ part boys!” The Strange Man had managed to get to his feet and without thanking Gran’pa, who still held the Faun Boys, he slipped through the bushes and disappeared. The two Faun Boys began crying. “He was a wicked magician!” they said, “and he changed us partly into goats. We are trying to get him to change us back to our own shapes! Now you have spoiled it all!” “Dear me!” Gran’ma cried, as she caught the two Faun Boys in her arms. “Gran’pa, you should have known better!” “I know I should have known better now, but I didn’t until they told me!” Gran’pa said. “I’m very sorry!” [Illustration] Just then Janey and Johnny, who had stopped yelling to rest a little, started up again and Gran’pa and Gran’ma ran towards the house. The door was locked. “Open the door and we will let you out!” cried Gran’pa when he could make himself heard. “We are tied, hands and feet,” Johnny yelled, “and we can’t get to the door!” “Besides, it’s locked on the outside!” Janey called.