“Perhaps a stray cow,” he said to himself.
“Here, cush! cush! cush!” he called out.
For reply the crashing through the brush came even closer.
Presently the brush was thrust aside by a pair of horns and the head of a large and angry-looking bull appeared.
“Hello, this is interesting,” thought Bob, springing back.
The bull gave a look around and then fixed his glaring eyes on the young photographer in a most threatening manner.
“Gee haw!” shouted Bob, trying by this means to make the bull leave.
Instead of turning, the bull gave a fierce snort.
“He means mischief,” thought Bob, looking around for something with which to defend himself.
Then the bull lowered his head and with another snort rushed toward Bob.