“Then we’d better hide behind a fence,” advised Violet. “The other day, when we saw the old mad bull pawing in his field and making a noise like thunder, mother said we should hide behind a fence.” “There isn’t any fence here to hide behind,” said Mun Bun, who was beginning to understand what it was all about. “Did you hear the bull make a noise like thunder?” asked Violet. You might be sure she would put in a question or two, no matter what was happening. Before Laddie could answer, and while Russ and Rose were thinking what was best to do to get their younger brothers and sisters out of the way of the powerful beast, there came from the near-by meadow a rumbling sound. “There he goes!” cried Laddie. “I mean here he comes, and he’s bellowing like thunder!” Certainly it was a fearsome sound. “I want my mamma!” wailed Margy. “So do I!” joined in Mun Bun. “We’ll take care of you!” quickly said Rose, putting her arms around the two younger children. “Oh, Russ!” she whispered, “what are we going to do?” “We ought to have something red to shake at the bull!” cried Violet. “Red makes bulls go away.” “It does not!” declared Laddie. “It’s just different. Red makes ’em run at you! Has anybody got any red on?” he asked anxiously. He looked quickly at the others. To his relief no red was to be seen, and Laddie was glad. As yet the bull was not in sight, for the children were on one side of the brook and on either bank was a fringe of bushes and cattails, and these hid the oncoming animal. But if he was not seen he was heard, and once more his loud bellow sounded. “Come on! Run!” screamed Violet. “Yes, we’d better get away from here,” agreed Russ, looking about for a safe place. Laddie, who had picked up a stone, perhaps intending to throw it and, maybe, hit the bull on the nose, dropped the rock. Rose had started on ahead with Mun Bun and Margy, and Russ now took the hands of Violet and Laddie, for he felt he could help them run faster this way. Then Rose, who was a little distance ahead, cried out: “Oh, there’s a good place to hide!” “Where?” asked Russ. “In the old hen-house! We can go in there and lock ourselves in. Come on!” She pointed to an old and rather ramshackle sort of building that had been used as a hen-house by Farmer Joel before he built a better one nearer the barn. This old hen-house was down near the bank of the brook, and the children had often played in it. Now it seemed just the refuge they needed. “The old bull can knock that house down!” said Laddie. “It’s almost falling, anyhow.” “It’s better than nothing,” Russ declared. “And there isn’t any fence to hide behind. Come on to the hen-house, everybody!” Behind them came the bellowing bull. They could hear him “roaring,” as Mun Bun called it, and, as he looked back over his shoulder, Russ saw the powerful animal splashing his way across the brook. “He’s surely coming after us!” the boy thought. He had hoped that perhaps the bull might wander off somewhere else.