"Py chimineddy! He's goming pack!" declared Adam.
"He is, and like a whirlwind, too!" gasped Landy. "Oh! now we won't be able to help our chum a little bit. Run faster, Ty; let out another kink! He's after you!"
Evidently there was no need to tell poor Ty that dismal fact, for he had been taking frequent observations over his left shoulder as he galloped along. Perhaps he did let out another "kink," as Landy expressed it; but if so, the fact was not very noticeable, so rapidly was the bull overtaking him.
But Ty had not forgotten that last instruction given him by the one who knew bulls from the ground up, their little weaknesses as well as their ferocious habits. The friendly fence, with his three anxious chums perched on the top rail, was not so very far away; but to his eyes it seemed a long distance, and he just knew he could never make it before being overtaken.
In vain did Landy, Adam and Ted wave their arms, shouting at the top of their voices, in the hope of attracting the attention of the animal; or perhaps alarming him; he kept doggedly on, aiming straight for the fleeing boy, whose legs by this time seemed to wabble under him, possibly through sheer fright.
CHAPTER IV.
THE FINISH OF TY'S FAMOUS SWEATER.
Every one of the three scouts, waiting at the fence to assist Ty over, should he be fortunate enough to arrive ahead of the enraged bull, held his breath with suspense.