Then he crawled out on the branches until he was near the bull’s head.
At that instant the bull looked up. Quick as a flash Bob bent down and hooked the chain in to the ring in the animal’s nose.
The bull gave a loud snort and tried to lower his head.
But before he could do so Bob had the chain wound around the branch several times, and he held fast with all his might.
The bull pulled hard, but though the branch bent pretty low, it did not break.
“Well, I swan!” cried one of the farmers. “If that ain’t the cutest trick I ever see.”
“Don’t yer tumble on to him, or he’ll gore yer ter jelly!” yelled the other farmer.
Bob fastened the end of the chain so that it could not slip, and then slid down on the opposite side of the tree.
By this time pulling on the chain had begun to hurt the bull’s nose, and he quieted down, although his eyes rolled as fiercely as ever.
“He’s safe there for the present,” said Bob. “The best thing you can do is to get another chain and hobble him.”