Come on, now!" And once more the struggle raged furiously.
Charlie clambered up on the fence and sat there for a moment.

The old man saw him, but evinced no surprise.

He just said, "Here, Mister Who-ever-you-are, kitch hold of that rope." Their united forces were too much for the steer, and he was hauled in by main strength under a fusillade of bamboo on his stern.

Once in the small yard, he abandoned the struggle, and charged wildly at his captors.

The old man slipped nimbly to one side, Gordon darted up the nearest fence, while Carew and the black boy got tangled up with the rope.
In the sauve qui peut which ensued, Carew pushed the black down on the ground right in front of the steer, which immediately fell over him, and tangled him up more than ever.