Quicksilver: The Boy With No Skid to His Wheel

by George Manville Fenn

But it was not needed, for just then Edgar opened his eyes, looked wildly round, as if not comprehending where he was, and then exclaimed with a sob—

“Where’s the bull?”

“Hush! hush! my boy; you are safe now; thanks to the bravery of this gallant lad.”

Dexter puckered up his forehead and stared.

“Where’s my hat!” cried Edgar piteously.

“Scrunched,” said Dexter shortly. “Bullocks trod on it.”

“And my silver-topped cane!”

“There it lies on the grass,” said Dexter, stooping down and picking it up.

“Oh, look at my jacket and my trousers,” cried Edgar. “What a mess I’m in!”

“Never mind, my boy; we will soon set that right,” said Sir James. “There, try and stand up. If you can walk home it will be all the better now.”