“I hope old Pullox (which was the bull’s name) doesn’t attack that man,” thought Dan. “Perhaps he’ll run right by.”
But this, evidently, was not what the bull was going to do. Dan could hear the animal give a bellow of rage, then it halted, pounded the ground with its fore feet, and prepared to charge on the man.
“Look out!” cried Dan, giving a shout of warning.
But there was no need of it, for the man had heard the noise made by the bull. He turned around quickly and saw the angry animal about to attack him.
“Run!” shouted Dan.
The man did so, and not a moment too soon. The bull was after him like a flash, and Dan, using his little remaining wind, redoubled his pace, hoping to be able to aid the man.
On and on went the bull in pursuit. There were two clouds of dust now; a small one, raised by the fleeing man, and a larger one, kicked up by the bull.
“He may kill him!” thought Dan. “Isn’t this the worst luck!”
The man gave a look behind him. The bull was nearer. Then he did the only thing feasible under the circumstances. He climbed a tree, scrambling up it with a speed that did not seem possible in such a stout person, for he was quite fat.
“Stay there! Stay there!” cried Dan, as he ran up.