During the time the boat was being rowed shoreward, Andy—usually so genial and even-tempered—preserved an almost sullen silence; while Ellerton, annoyed at having failed to bring the bull ashore alive, was also ill at ease. Nor did the latter guess the cause of his friend's glumness till some days later, when he observed Andy repairing a rent in one of his garments. Even a graze from an infuriated bull is likely to cause discomfort, he thought, though there is no reason why others should suffer for it.
CHAPTER VII
THE EMBLEM OF EMPIRE
"You've been a long time," remarked Mr. McKay, as the three youths made their appearance.
"Yes," admitted Terence, "I'm afraid we have; but we must blame Hoppy's bull."
"Hoppy's bull?" asked Mr. McKay.
"Yes, the ox turned out to be a bull—and a tough customer he was," replied Terence, who then proceeded to give Mr. McKay a graphic description of how they had tried to unload the bull from the wreck.
"And how do you feel to-day?" asked Ellerton.
"Considerably better," replied the injured man.