"Hold on, no foolish business, Adam!" cried Elmer, clutching a leg of the German as he started to mount the fence.
"Nein! I haf no vish to get me a grafeyard in kevick," Adam declared. "Only I vould like to see if dot pad egg oudt in der field vould run at me like he dood at Ty. You pet my life I vill not yump inside de fence; and dot's no choke, Elmer."
Accordingly, Elmer released his clutch, and the stout German climbed nimbly to the top of the fence. Here he began to wave the handkerchief in the most brazen manner, at the same time calling out defiantly at the animal.
At first the bull refused to listen, but kept on grazing; though doubtless the sight of the hated color was working upon him.
"See him edging this way, would you, the sly old sinner!" called Landy.
"He's getting ready for a rush," remarked Elmer.
"Look out, Adam; be ready to drop off there!" cried Landy.
"And be thure not to take the wrong thide, or you'll be in for it!" admonished Ted, a little nervously.
Suddenly the beast threw off the mask, so to speak. He made a plunge, and was immediately in motion, coming with lowered head on the full run, and heading for the spot where Adam stood on the fence flaunting that flag of defiance.
"He's off!" yelled Landy. "Jump, Adam, before he knocks you into the field! Oh, ain't he just the limit, though; and as mad as they make 'em! Jump, why don't you? Elmer make him come down! Perhaps he's got his foot caught, and can't drop out!"