"But the bully old chap doesn't seem to care a snap now for all his ranting—not so you could notice!" exclaimed the observer, in delight.
This fact finally became apparent to the farmer. By that time the animal was within twenty feet of him, and still advancing. Indeed, no one could blame Dobson for turning and running. The appearance of that big beast, with lowered head, and tail standing out stiff in the rear, during his charge, was enough to send terror to the heart of even a braver man than Farmer Dobson.
"Three to one on the bull!" exclaimed Jerry, unmindful of the fact that the chase was heading toward him.
Fast though the bulky farmer ran, the bull overhauled him in speedy order. Jerry fairly held his breath as the collision occurred, and gripped his gun as though half tempted to shoot.
Then it was all over but the shouting. The watching boy saw something bulky ascending gracefully into the air; nor was he in the least doubt as to what this figure with the sprawling arms and legs must be.
Farmer Dobson was getting a rise in the world. He crashed through the lower branches of an oak, and stuck there.
"Wow!" exclaimed Jerry, breathing again. "He's straddling a limb! What luck!"
He was tempted to let out a tremendous yell, so charged had he become with excitement, but he caught himself just in the nick of time.
"Ginger! That would turn the attention of good old Bowser from Dobson to me. A perch in a tree doesn't tempt me just now. Wonder what is going to happen next?" was what Jerry kept saying to himself.
He soon knew.