"Why, I've got a brindle dog out in the country that I'll guarantee to do the job every time for nothing."
While that real estate man was showing us the beauties of the broad fields we made an unfortunate acquaintance with a gentleman cow.
Run—well, we did that everlastingly.
But the bull caught up with poor Hollingsworth.
I expected to see him gored to death.
That was when I forgot he was a lawyer, and used to holding every charge.
He clutched Mr. Bull by the horns, and I hardly knew whether to laugh or be frightened when I actually saw him riding the beast.
Finally he was assisted over the fence.
