“But if I got down and walked towards them, the bulls would come at me,” cried Bart.
“Not they, I tell you, my lad; and I should like to see you show your pluck by getting down and walking up to them. It would be about the best lesson in buffler you ever had.”
“But they might charge me, Joses,” said Bart, uneasily.
“Did I tell you right about ’em before,” said Joses, “or did I tell you wrong, my lad?”
“You told me right; but you might be wrong about them here.”
“You let me alone for that,” replied Joses, gruffly. “I know what I’m saying. Now, then, will you get down and walk up to ’em, or must I?”
“If you’ll tell me that I may do such a thing, I’ll go up to them,” said Bart, slowly.
“Then I do tell you, my lad, and wouldn’t send you if it
wasn’t safe. You ought to know that. Now, then, will you go?”