Bellowing, stumbling, the bull turned clumsily to follow him.
Again Dick changed his course, though, purposely, he took pains not to get too far from camp.
Now he saw his chums running towards him.
"Keep away! Don't get near the bull!" he yelled.
"We've sent Dan to get the rope in the tent," Reade called back.
"Now, what in the world do the boys think they're going to do with a rope?" Prescott wondered.
Suddenly, as he dodged off on a new track to escape the bull, a plan flashed into Prescott's mind.
"Get up a tree!" yelled Dave.
"Hardly time enough," Dick retorted, dodging again and sprinting briefly out of harm's way. "When Dan brings the rope throw it so that one end will rest in the lowest fork of that young chestnut tree."
Dave Darrin heard, understood and nodded.