When Bobby found that he had guessed right, he danced for joy. Then he settled down to see how it would be done.
Old Bell Wether was the largest sheep in the flock and had long, curved horns. He had been washed every year of his life, but he never liked to be dragged into the water. Now he held back with all the strength of his four stout legs.
John was in front, trying to pull him along. Farmer Hill and Hobson were behind, trying to push him along.
Suddenly, Old Bell Wether changed his mind. He lowered his head and rushed forward, striking John a tremendous blow.
Into the water went John. Bobby could not see a bit of him.
Into the water, too, went Old Bell Wether. But his head was above water and was moving out into the creek.
Bobby could not move or speak. He feared that big brother John would be drowned.
Then he saw John rising out of the water and Father helping him back to land.
"Old Bell Wether played us a sharp trick," said Mr. Hill.
"Oh, Father," shouted Bobby, "he is almost across the creek. He'll surely get away."