“Boo! Boo!” bellowed the bull again, and Bob, running on ahead, with Don coming after him, soon came to the field where the big animal, with his sharp horns, was pawing up the dirt.
“Get back where you belong!” called Bob to the bull. “Get back, I say!”
“Bow wow!” barked Don, the brave dog. At first Don felt a little afraid when he saw the big black animal.
But when Don saw how close his brave master Bob went to the bull, and shook a stick at him, Don said to himself:
“Well, if Bob is brave, I must be brave too. It would never do to run away and leave him to drive the bull all by himself. I must stay with him.”
That is the way dogs nearly always do. They are very brave, and faithful to their masters, staying by them when they are in danger or when they are hurt. So Don did not run away.
Instead he ran close to the heels of the bull, and barked as loudly as he could. It is a good thing Don did that, for the bull, with a shake of his head, had just made up his mind to run at Bob and maybe stick the boy with the sharp horns, for all I know. Mind, I am not saying for sure, but maybe.
When Don barked so close to the bull’s legs, the big black animal thought he was going to be bitten. So [he turned quickly, to shake his head and horns at Don], and in that way Bob was not hurt.
Bob was not the least bit afraid. He kept on shaking his stick at the bull, and throwing stones and pieces of dirt at him, sometimes hitting him on the nose. The bull did not like this.
And the big animal did not like Don barking at his heels, either. It made the big, black animal think he was going to be bitten.