"We are in a pickle," said Harry. "That bull may keep us here all day."
"Or until the other fellows come up. We'll have to shout a warning if we hear them."
"I've got a plan. Give me one of those matches you are carrying."
"What are you going to do?"
"See that dead branch over our heads? I'm going to break it off and set fire to it. They say almost all animals dread a fire."
Link soon had the branch down and then the match was struck and applied to a number of dried leaves. Soon the mass was blazing away gayly. Then Link held it down and flourished it at the bull.
The effect was all that they had desired. The savage beast gave one sniff at the flames and then with a bellow and a roar he tore across the orchard and the pasture, in the direction of Farmer Flagg's house.
"He has gone!" cried Harry. "He didn't like that for a cent!"
"We can't let the other fellows come in here," declared Link. "Let us go back to the road," and this they did and started a new trail, making it so thick that the others could not help but follow it.
Having lost some valuable time they started again at full speed. The road was very rocky, and once Harry pitched headlong, but picked himself up again instantly.