CHAPTER XVII
BOB MAKES A STRANGE CAPTURE
Bob sprang to one side, catching up the camera as he did so.
The bull charged forward, and had the youth been in the spot where he had just stood he would have been gored to death.
The bull had a ring in his nose, and Bob now saw that he was of the wildest sort, and evidently used to being chained.
“If I had an axe, I would knock him on the head,” said Bob, as he again dodged. “There goes the satchel. I’ll bet he smashed every bottle in it.”
For the bull had planted his foot on the travelling bag, and Bob had heard the crash of glass.
Again the wild animal made for Bob, his eyes glaring like two balls of red fire.
“He has escaped from somebody,” thought Bob. “I wonder what I had best do?”
While Bob continued to dodge around among the brush he heard the sounds of voices.
“Hullo there, help!” he cried out.