"Yes, sir. Please walk in," answered Laura.
"Oh, Mrs. Westmore, I want to thank Harry for what he did!" cried Mrs. Corsen, hysterically. "He was so brave! If it hadn't been for him our Violet would have been gored to death!"
"Harry, it was a fine thing to do," said the gentleman, heartily. "I've been downtown and several told me of how you jumped in between Violet and the bull and struck the bull with your bat. I owe you a good deal for that, my lad." And he gave the boy a warm squeeze of the hand.
"It was grand!" cried Mrs. Corsen. "Harry, you are a hero!" And she gave him a hug.
"He didn't tell me of all this," said Mrs. Westmore. "Harry, why didn't you?"
"Oh, I don't know," he answered, blushing. "I—I only did what I thought I had to do."
"He was too modest, that's why!" cried Mrs. Corsen. And then she and her husband gave the details of the affair as they had gathered them.
"Good for Harry!" ejaculated Joe. "I'm glad you had that heavy baseball bat with you."
"It was the red dress that brought on the trouble," put in Mr. Westmore, secretly pleased at the bravery his son had shown. "Bulls hate red as a person hates poison. I heard about his breaking loose, but I didn't hear any more than that."
"Harry, I feel that I owe you something substantial for what you have done," said Mr. Corsen. "Violet is very dear to my wife and me."