Tige, who had always been brave, skulked about for a while, and then, as if he had got up a little spirit, he made a run at the steer.

The steer sighted him, gave a bellow, and, lowering his horns, ran at him.

Tige turned tail, and the young men that owned him were frantic.

They'd been praising him, and thought they were going to have it proven false.

Their father called out: 'Don't shoot Tige, till you see where he's running to.' The dog ran right to the cattle pen.