"That bull will try to kill you." "We'll look out for ourselves," answered Dick, and picked up a bit of fence rail lying near.

"Did he chase you far ?" "From that lot yonder," answered Helen.
The bull had turned toward the fence, and watching his chance, Dick struck out with the bit of rail.

His aim was good and the animal received a sharp blow directly across the nostrils.

Then Sam and Tom let fly more stones, and the bull was hit in the mouth, the leg, and the side.

He stood his ground for a moment and then began to retreat.
"Hurrah! we've got him on the run!" cried Tom.