"You would be likely to get the worst of that too," replied Mr. Van Zeilin. "The ostrich outstrips the horse. He is said to run sixty miles an hour at the start, although he can not keep up this speed. He would soon catch up with you."
"I give it up," said Tom, heartily.
"Fortunately," continued Mr. Van Zeilin, distributing the branches he had been cutting to their party of six, "the ostrich is as stupid as he is strong and swift. I will give you two points. In the first place, when you are pursued by an ostrich, if you come to a fence, get over it, and you are safe, even if it is only two feet high. The fellow could get over it with the greatest ease, but he doesn't know it, and I doubt if he ever will."
"What is your other point, sir?" inquired Tom.
"Just this. If an ostrich makes for you, present a forked stick at him—thus—and slowly retreat. It does not occur to him to dodge you. He conceives himself to be hopelessly pinned, and he abandons the attack. You see now, gentlemen, why I have provided you each with a branch."
"I wonder you don't run up a lot of fences all over your field, sir," suggested Tom.
"That might be a good idea," returned good-humored Mr. Van Zeilin, "except that the ostriches require a long tether. They would die if we fenced them in."
They had entered a field where were collected a number of ostriches in groups, in pairs, and singly.
"The male and female take turns in hatching the eggs," said Mr. Van Zeilin. "But there is a nest that is deserted for the moment. That huge black bird over there is the owner. I wish you to see the nest, and as there are enough of us to intimidate him, I think we may venture."
So saying, the party approached; but the black ostrich showed such evident signs of annoyance, coming up angrily, and craning his neck in a defiant way, as though measuring the strength of the party, that Mr. Van Zeilin directed some of his men to drive him off with their branches.