“MY MOTHER STRETCHED OUT HER TRUNK AND THREW
THE HUNTER OVER HER HEAD.”
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Nothing else happened and very soon the bride and groom were locked in each other’s arms, rejoicing over the narrow escape of the groom. The minister was given a coat in place of the one with the tails torn off and everyone else calmed down and the wedding preparations went on as smoothly as if no bull had ever been around.
“Well, I never saw such a mix-up as that before, did you, Stub?” said Button.
“No, I never did,” replied Stubby. “Hear that Saint Bernard pup howl! He has been up on the shed roof ever since the bull tossed him there and he is afraid to jump down. I’ll bark to him to go to the other side and jump on a heap of straw I see piled up against it.”
“You better not. Someone will hear you and find out our hiding-place.”
“Oh, no, they won’t hear me! They are all too much excited over their narrow escapes from being gored to death to hear me. Besides I won’t bark loud.”
This he did and soon the Saint Bernard puppy had joined them in their hiding-place and he was telling them all about the runaway horses and wrecked buggies that he had seen from his high place on the shed roof.
CHAPTER VIII
THE BURGLAR IN THE CELLAR
