When the goat was within five yards of the cave, it stopped bleating, stood still and shivered.

Then it began to go forward with little jumps, as though it did not want to go, yet must do so.
Also, Baas, I felt as though _I_ wished to go with it.

So I lay down and put my heels against a rock, leaving go of the goat.
"For now, Baas, I did not care where that goat went so long as I could keep out of the hole where dwelt the Father of Serpents that had eaten Bena.

But it was all right, Baas; the goat knew what it had to do and did it, jumping straight into the cave.

As it entered it turned its head and looked at me.