“I guess you’re right. What’s that thing?”
“My satchel. He just smashed it.”
“Humph! It’s good luck he didn’t smash you instead of the bag.”
“That’s so, too. How do you propose to catch him?”
“Bless me if I know.”
“I want ter git the chain on to him if I kin,” put in the other farmer.
“That’s easier said than done. Hold up, give me that chain.”
Bob snatched the chain from the man’s hand.
The bull was at that moment standing under a tree, the lower branches of which were just over his back.
Bob ran up behind the animal and in a twinkle was up the tree.