He looked along the street, but could not at first locate the beast. But then came a roaring bellow, and the bull emerged from an alleyway not a hundred feet away. He had a long rope tied around his neck.
"Oh, help! Please take the bull away!" shrieked a voice not far from where Harry was standing, and looking around he espied a little girl of six crouched close to a shop window.
The little girl was dressed in a bright suit of red and this at once attracted the bull's attention. With a snort he leaped into the street and then charged straight for the little girl, with lowered horns and with eyes glaring wickedly, as if to gore her to death on the spot.
CHAPTER IX.
A BOY AND A BULL.
To Harry it looked as if the little girl might be killed at any instant, and for the moment his heart seemed to stop beating. He recognized the child as the daughter of Mr. Corsen, the gentleman he had just left at the ball field. She was a dear little creature and a great pet of all who knew her.
"Run! run!" he called out. "Run, Violet!"
But little Violet was too scared to move and only remained crouching by the shop window, her eyes filled with terror.
It was then that Harry's natural bravery asserted itself. Baseball bat in hand he leaped swiftly to the little girl's assistance.
"Oh, help me!" she screamed. "Take the naughty bull away!"