"What do you think you're going to be able to do up that tree?" jeered Danny Grin, as he nevertheless backed away with the others.
"I'm going to do something, if there's any way to do it," Dick answered. "How is Clara?"
"Safe," pronounced Tom.
"Hysterical?"
"No; only trembling."
Dick had hauled up the rope. Now, with a speculative air, he was making a slip noose at one end. He still hadn't a very definite idea of what he was going to do to the bull. Prescott was making a lariat, though he had no skill in the use of such a thing.
Presently, however, the mad animal came closer, stamping, head lowered.
"Nice fellow! Nice fellow!" Dick called mockingly. "Wouldn't you like to have me come down to talk with you?"
Attracted by the voice, the bull raised its head, showing its flaming eyes.
"I wonder!" mused Dick, half aloud, as he leaned out cautiously over a limb. "I wonder."