If he had charged squarely the horns would have been buried to the head; but striking at an angle only one of them touched the target and delivered a long, ripping blow.
With the blood streaming down his side, the wounded bull made off into a group of cows, and when the victor pursued him closely, he at length turned tail and leaped the low fence--for the corral was a new one, hastily built for the occasion.

The conqueror raised his head inside the fence and bellowed his triumph, and outside the fence the other commenced pawing up the sand again, switching his tail across his bleeding side, and turning his little red eyes here and there.

They fixed, at length, upon Kate Cumberland, and she remembered with a start of horror that she was wearing a bright red blouse.

The next instant the bull was charging.

She turned in a hopeless flight.