CHAPTER XVIII
A NARROW ESCAPE
“Run! Run!”
“He’s right behind us!”
“Maybe we’d better jump into the river!”
“Get behind the bushes,” suggested Jack. “He can’t get through as quickly as we can! He’ll get himself all tangled up!”
One after another the Rover boys left the footpath and plunged into the brushwood leading down to the stream. Then they came to a clump of trees, several branches of which swung low, and Randy, who was in advance, pulled himself up. The others, seeing the move, followed. On and on came the bull, crashing through the brushwood with scarcely an effort. Then, just as the last of the four lads had pulled himself up into one of the trees, [the enraged beast] gave a bellow and a snort and [came to a stop just beneath them].
[THE ENRAGED BEAST CAME TO A STOP BENEATH THEM.]
“Gee, but that was a narrow escape!” gasped Randy, when he could catch his breath.
“I’ll tell the world it was,” panted Fred. “Gosh! did you ever see such a savage beast?”