He was and he did. He stopped some twenty feet away, lowered his head and bellowed. Jelly gave a yell of dismay and took to his legs. The others didn’t waste time in vocal manifestations of alarm; they fled silently. As there had been no agreement as to direction they put out toward four different points of the compass. Just what it was about Jelly that attracted the bull is difficult to say; perhaps it was the bundle of tin plates and coffee-pot and things that rattled enticingly as he ran. At all events, it was on Jelly that the bull centered his attention and it was in his wake that he galloped. When the others paused for breath, through the silent mist came the rattle of tins and the thud of bovine hoofs. They listened in anxious suspense. Then, farther away, there was a terrorized shriek followed by an awesome bellow. Then silence, heavy and depressing, broken a moment later by a great rattling of tinware. Then silence once more. “Jelly!” cried Rob from one part of the field. “Jelly!” called Malcolm from another. And, “Jelly!” called Evan from another. Faintly from a distance came an answering hail. “Are you all right?” called Malcolm. “Did he get you?” called Evan. “Where are you?” shouted Rob. “I’m up a tree,” was the answer, “and the blamed bull is waiting for me to come down!” Three figures moved cautiously in the direction of the voice, calling softly to each other as they went. “Come and drive him away!” appealed Jelly from the misty void. “I can’t hang on much longer!” “We’re coming,” shouted Rob. “That you, Mal? Where’s Evan?” “Here I am. What shall we do, fellows?” “Blessed if I know,” answered Rob, pushing his cap away from his damp forehead and scowling. “We haven’t even a stick.” “Much good a stick would do,” said Malcolm. “Come on, anyhow, and let’s do something. Shout again, Jelly!” “Over here, you――you fools!” came Jelly’s voice from nearer at hand. “He’s trying to eat the coffee-pot!” “Hope it chokes him,” muttered Rob as they hurried along. “There he is!” whispered Evan, seizing Malcolm’s arm. But it was only a peaceable cow which trotted away at sight of them. Then, dimly in the fog ahead of them, they descried a small misshapen apple tree and a moving object beneath. They halted. “Is he still there, Jelly?” asked Rob softly. “Of course he is! Can’t you see him? Aren’t you going to do anything?” “Ye-es, certainly; only――what shall we do, Jelly?” “Drive him away!” “How?” “Make a noise; scare him; do something; I can’t hold on here any longer, I tell you! I’m slipping now!” “Let’s all yell together,” suggested Evan. “Come on!” “Wait!” cried Malcolm. “Let’s run toward him and yell like thunder. That ought to scare him.” They viewed each other doubtfully. “Aren’t you ever going to do anything?” wailed Jelly. “Come on!” said Rob desperately.