"You are interested in the case?" queried the sergeant, as he prepared to leave.
"Only on this young man's account. He saved my little daughter from a horrible death this morning."
"Indeed? How so?"
"There was a mad bull broke into my back garden from the street, and was about to gore her, when this young man, who had been driven into the garden in the first place, came between and drove the bull out."
"Oh, I heard of that bull."
"What became of him?" I put in curiously.
"He was killed by a couple of officers on the next block. He was nearly dead before they shot him, having received a terrible cut between the eyes."
"Given by this young man," explained Mr. Harrison.
"You don't mean it!" cried the officer, in admiration. "Phew! but you must be strong!"
"It was more by good luck than strength," I returned modestly.