“Climb higher!” cried Miss Elting, “oh, climb higher!”
“I don’t dare move. The limb may break if I do,” answered Harriet in a wholly calm voice.
“Thave me, thave me!” wailed Tommy Thompson weakly.
“What shall we do? Please be careful, Harriet,” begged the guardian in an agonized voice.
“I intend to be careful. I haven’t any burning desire to fall on those sharp horns. I never saw such a fiendish expression in the eyes of an animal.”
The limb creaked warningly. Harriet instantly ceased speaking. Somehow, she thought, the muscular effort of speaking must be putting a little added weight on the limb.
The bull walked away a few paces. He stopped and began bellowing and pawing.
“See if you can’t call him away. I simply don’t dare to move as long as he is so near,” said Harriet.
“How shall I call him?” questioned the guardian.