"He might charge through our camp, though, and frankly, doctor, we can't afford to lose that camp," Prescott argued.
"You other boys get back!" commanded Dr. Bentley, but Dick's chums came closer.
"Hoo-hoo! hoo-hoo!" sounded a masculine voice from the direction of Dick & Co.'s camp.
"Hoo-hoo!" Dick answered, in his loudest tone. "Who are you?"
"Hibbert," came the reply. "I understand you are bull chasing!"
"Yes."
"Want any help?"
"Yes; if you're an expert in handling wild bulls," Dick shouted back, between his hands.
"I guess that will hold him, for a little while," chuckled Dave. "The idea of Hibbert handling wild bulls with those dainty little white hands of his!"
Soon the sound of running steps was heard. Then on the scene came Hibbert, carrying a second rope that he had found.