"Look out, Jerry, or he'll gore you!" called somebody in the crowd that was gathering.
"No, he won't gore me!" answered Jerry Flagg. "I know him. He's got ter mind, or I'll kill him!" And rushing closer he gave the bull a vicious jab with the pitchfork. The beast whirled around and then started down the street at full speed, scattering the crowd in all directions. After the bull came Jerry Flagg, trying to catch hold of the rope once more. Thus beast and man left the town behind, and the excitement in that quarter came to an end. It may be stated here that the farmer caught the bull two hours later and had him tied up in such a fashion that for the time being he could do no further damage.
"Harry, that was a fine thing to do," said one of the men who had witnessed the boy's actions. "You did give him two hard ones with your bat."
"Well, I didn't want to see little Violet Corsen hurt," he answered. "If the bull had gotten at her he might have killed her. He had his eyes on her bright red dress."
"Yes, I saw that myself. But you can be thankful the bull didn't knock you over."
"I am thankful. How thick a bull's head must be! Two such whacks as that would kill any ordinary beast."
"Oh, they are tough, and that old beast of Flagg's is especially so. I reckon he'll keep the bull out of town after this."
Harry went into the shop and found Violet still full of excitement and fear.
"It's all over now," he said kindly. "You can go now if you want to."
"Oh, Harry, I'm afraid to go alone!"