“But I’m fainting, Harry.”
“Oh, in that case I’ll come, Guvie. Papa says, ‘Always, whatever you do, Harry, be kind and polite to ladies.’ I’m coming, Guvie. Don’t fall till I get hold of you.”
And none too soon.
“Wow-ow—woa!”
Next moment the gate flew in splinters with the awful charge of that Highland bull.
Miss Campbell’s head swam, but she clutched the rash boy to her breast, and thanked God he was saved.
Meanwhile the bull was at the foot of the tree. He first commenced an attack upon it with head and horns; every time, he battered it he shook it to its uttermost twig and leaf. But Miss Campbell and Harry had a safe seat in a strong niche between two great branches, with another branch to sit on and one behind.
At every blow the bull reeled back again.
The governess was white and trembling.
Harry was as cool as a hero.