He did not look nearly so terrible as the gander.

So, angry at being disturbed, and thinking he had come for the carrot, Young Grumpy ran at him at once.
"But the Boy did not run away.

Surprised at his courage, Young Grumpy stopped short, at a distance of two or three feet from the Boy's stout shoes, sat upon his haunches with his little skinny black hands over his chest, and began to gurgle and squeak harsh threats.

The Boy laughed, and stretched out a hand to touch him.

Young Grumpy snapped so savagely, however, that the Boy snatched back his hand and stood observing him with amused interest, waving off the white dog lest the latter should interrupt.