"George saw his peril and now realized that he could not possibly reach a place of safety"
In the meantime they had not noticed the presence of their own bull, which was a fine animal, and was now thoroughly domesticated. The Professor was the first to notice the appearance of their bull, who, it seems, had been relegated to the background when their neighbors came to town for their holiday.
Apollo was Harry's name for the bull, and when George got mixed up in the herd, the strange bull made his charge and emitted the challenging bellow, the scene was a truly terrific one. George was carried along with the rush, and his only danger now was to escape being trampled under foot.
Harry stopped suddenly: "Look at Apollo!" He was making a charge down into the herd, and headed straight for the big bull.
"I thought it strange that we didn't hear our herd give them a welcome during the night."
"Welcome! what do you mean?"
"It is singular that Apollo didn't dispute the governorship of the herd when the new arrivals came, as that is one of the customs. One of them must be master."
"Just look at him! Good old Apollo!"