“Jelly!” cried Rob from one part of the field.
“Jelly!” called Malcolm from another. And,
“Jelly!” called Evan from another.
Faintly from a distance came an answering hail.
“Are you all right?” called Malcolm.
“Did he get you?” called Evan.
“Where are you?” shouted Rob.
“I’m up a tree,” was the answer, “and the blamed bull is waiting for me to come down!”
Three figures moved cautiously in the direction of the voice, calling softly to each other as they went.
“Come and drive him away!” appealed Jelly from the misty void. “I can’t hang on much longer!”