“Why don’t they rush off, Joses?” asked Bart.
“Got cows and calves inside there, my boy,” replied the frontiersman. “They can’t go fast, so the bulls have stopped to take care of them.”
“Then it would be a shame to shoot them,” cried Bart. “Why, they are braver than I thought for.”
“Not they,” laughed Joses. “Not much pluck in a bison, my lad, that I ever see. Why, you might walk straight up to them if you liked, and they’d never charge you.”
“I shouldn’t like to try them,” said Bart, laughing.
“Why not, my lad?”
“Why not? Do you suppose I want to be trampled down and tossed?”
“Look here, Master Bart. You’ll trust me, won’t you?”
“Yes, Joses.”
“You know I wouldn’t send you into danger, don’t you?”