"No need to, Landy," laughed Elmer, as he noted the indignation of the fat boy. "We'll find some way to get Ty out of his fix without taking chances of your climbing a fence in one, two, three order."
"Hurry up!" came floating across the field from the tree, among the branches of which the owner of the red sweater was waving frantically.
"Firtht thing to be done, he ought to get out of that thweater, don't you think, Elmer?" inquired Ted.
"That's right, and I'll tell him so"; and, accordingly, raising his voice, he informed Ty that if he expected them to do anything toward effecting his rescue he must rid himself of the garment that was exciting the fighting spirit in the bull.
Of course that went against the grain of Ty; but when the others refused to make the first move until he had complied, he went about the task with evident ill humor.
"But he ain't leaving it hanging in the tree, Elmer," announced Landy, whose eyesight seemed to be all right this morning, however defective it may have been on the previous evening after his engagement with that poison vine. "He's stuffing it inside his shirt, I do declare!"
"Well, that doesn't matter," the patrol leader remarked; "so long as he gets rid of it. And now, boys, you stay here to help him over when he comes. I'm going to go around to the other side and tempt the bull. Fortunately I've got a red bandana handkerchief myself, which I wear cowboy style around my neck; and that ought to be a good enough bait for Mr. Bull."
"Oh, be careful, Elmer; don't stay in the field too long, because he might get you," pleaded Landy.
"You let Elmer alone," said Ted. "He knowth hith buthineth all right. He cometh from the ranch country, where they breed bullth. All right, Elmer; we'll get buthy when Ty getth here. Good luck to you!"
Elmer, when a little distance away, stopped to hold a short talk with the boy up in the tree. It happened that the border of the field varied, and this spot was a trifle closer than any other.