The two chased the unhappy bull as a pair of greyhounds chase a hare, with their whips cracking as rapidly and as loudly as you would fire a revolver.

After an excursion of about a mile into the forest, the beast was turned and brought towards the yard.

Twice he turned and charged the lad, with the same success.

The cunning old stockhorse wheeled round or sprang aside, and the bull went blundering into empty space with two fourteen-foot stock-whips playing on his unlucky hide like rain.

At length he was brought in again, and one by one those entitled to freedom were passed out by Sam, and others reserved unto a day of wrath--all but one cow with her calf.
All this time Alice had sat by Halbert.