The flying garment doubtless caught the eye of the enraged bull. He bellowed again and again and stopped to paw the boards of the veranda floor.
His hesitation was his undoing. Orrin rushed right in between Hiram and the bull and flung the cape over the bull's head. Quickly Hiram leaped forward to help, and between them he and Orrin wound the cape about the animal's head so that it could not shake off the all-smothering folds.
Orrin ... flung the cape over the bull's head.
"We got him!" shouted Orrin, in high delight. "All right, Strong?"
"Yes," replied Hiram. "Grab that rope. Here's one on this side. They are hitched to his horns. Whoever those fellows were, they had no need to let the beast go."
"It was Banks and his friends. They did it purposely, you can just bet."
"No doubt of that."