"That is what I thought, but I wasn't sure. Well, I think we ought to take to the other field. Then we can get on the regular mountain road and go up to Lookout Point."
"Hurrah! that's the scheme!" cried Link. "Perhaps when we are at the Point we'll be able to spot the other fellows."
They leaped a stone fence and cut across a small pasture. Then came an orchard in which the trees were old and almost past bearing. But they picked up several apples, to eat later on.
"I've got to rest before a great while," declared Link. "I'm beginning to get a little pain in the side."
"Let us rest when we get to the regular mountain road. Then we can—Oh, Link, the bull!"
Harry was right. The bull was not over a hundred feet away, charging on them like a tornado.
There was no time to think of what to do. Both boys were close to the limbs of a crooked apple tree. Up they went into the tree in a jiffy. The bull struck a small branch, but his horns did not reach them.
"Phew! what a close shave!" gasped Link, when he could speak. "Another second and he would have made mincemeat of both of us!"
"How are we going to get away from him?" was Harry's question, but his friend could not answer it.
Both looked down at the bull. The beast was pawing the ground savagely and swinging his tail from side to side. His eyes, full of anger, glared at them steadily.