UP A TREE
The upper lot and south pasture belonging to Mr. Savage were some
distance away from the farm, and on a road that was not much used.
However, this road connected with the main highway, near the village,
and Dan’s fear was that the bull would run into town, creating no end
of damage.
“I wonder if I can catch him?” the boy thought. “He’s a swift animal.
Oh, dear! I hope he doesn’t meet any girl or woman with a red dress,
or there’ll be a terrible time. I wonder why bulls hate red so? But I
guess I’d better stop wondering about that, and begin to think how I
can stop him, if I do catch him.”
Dan remembered that the bull had a ring in his nose, and to the ring
was attached a stout cord, the other end being looped to a buckle in a
sort of halter on the animal’s head.
“If I had some sort of a hook I could catch it in the rope or ring,
and hold the bull back,” he thought. “It would have to be a pretty long
hook, for I wouldn’t dare go very close to the savage animal. I have
it! I’ll cut a long pole, with a prong on one end, and I can hook that
in the cord, perhaps.”
Dan saw a tree that might provide what he wanted, and he lost little
time in cutting a long pole. He trimmed off all the branches but one
near the end, and this left him a very good substitute for a hook. The
trimming he did as he ran along.
The bull was now out of sight, around a turn in the road, but there was
a cloud of dust by which Dan could trace the animal’s movement.
In a little while Dan, still running as fast as he could, met a man
driving a horse, attached to a light carriage. The horse seemed
frightened, and the man was pale.
“Was that your bull that just ran up the road?” the man asked.
“No, sir; it belongs to Mr. Savage.”
“It does, eh? Where is he?”
“At the farm. The bull got out of the lot.”
“I guess you mean that you let it out! That’s the way with careless
boys. I want to tell you that the beast frightened my horse, and it
nearly ran away. Part of the harness was broken, and I expect Mr.
Savage to pay for it. You can tell him that I say so. My name’s Sam
Battle, and I’m always ready for a fight, too. You can tell him that.”
“Was the bull going fast?” asked Dan, more anxious to catch up to the
animal, than to hear about the man’s characteristics.
“Fast? Well, you’d ought to have seen him. He’ll do a lot of damage,
before he gets off the rampage, and Mr. Savage will have a heavy bill
to settle. You’d better hurry up, if you want to catch him, and don’t
forget I’ve got to have pay for the broken harness.”
“I suppose Mr. Savage will threaten to get that out of me in some way,”
thought Dan, as he hurried on, almost out of breath.
As he went around a turn in the road he saw an elderly woman stooping
over a basket that had contained eggs. It was easy to see what had been
in the basket, for, all about her, was a pool of whites and yellows
from the broken shells. She was trying to pick out a few whole ones,
and, in the process her hands had become all daubed up with the sticky
substance.
“Hi, boy!” she called to Dan. “Come and help me gather up these eggs.”
“I can’t,” said Dan, respectfully. “I’ve got to catch the bull.”
“Was that your bull?”
“It belongs to the man I work for.”
“Oh, I know you now. You’re Dan Hardy, and you live out to Mr. Savage’s
farm. Well, he’ll have a nice bill from me, I can tell you. There was
fourteen dozen eggs in that basket, and I was takin’ ’em to Hank Lee’s
store to trade fer groceries. Now I don’t believe there’s half a dozen
eggs left. He’ll have to pay fer ’em, that’s what he’ll have t’ do!”
“Did the bull run into you, Mrs. Dowden?” asked Dan anxiously, as he
recognized the old lady.
“No, Dan, he didn’t exactly run into me, but when I saw the savage
critter comin’ I just sot my basket of eggs down in the middle of the
road, an’ I ran under a fence until he got by.”
“Then how did the eggs get broken?”
“Why, that savage black critter jest stomped up and down on that basket
of eggs until they are what you see now--nothin’ but a mess of whites
an’ yallers. That bull jest did it out of spite, ’cause I s’pose he
couldn’t eat ’em. Then he gives a bellow, stuck his tail up in the air,
and run on. Oh, he’ll do a lot of damage ’fore he gits through.”
“I’m sorry,” began Dan.
“I don’t s’pose it’s your fault,” said Mrs. Dowden, as she managed to
rescue one whole egg from the mess. “But I’ll have the law on Peter
Savage, if he don’t pay me fer these eggs, an’ they’re wuth thirty
cents a dozen now at store prices, too. Land sakes! I never see a bull
stomp on eggs afore, an’ I don’t want to see it ag’in.”
But Dan did not stay to hear what the elderly lady had to say. He left
her standing in the middle of a little lake of whites and yellows, and
continued on his way after the bull.
As Dan was hurrying along a straight stretch of road, with the bull
some distance ahead of him, he saw a man walking just in advance of
the animal. The man had come across lots and emerged upon the highway
without seeing the bull.
“I hope old Pullox (which was the bull’s name) doesn’t attack that
man,” thought Dan. “Perhaps he’ll run right by.”
But this, evidently, was not what the bull was going to do. Dan could
hear the animal give a bellow of rage, then it halted, pounded the
ground with its fore feet, and prepared to charge on the man.
“Look out!” cried Dan, giving a shout of warning.
But there was no need of it, for the man had heard the noise made by
the bull. He turned around quickly and saw the angry animal about to
attack him.
“Run!” shouted Dan.
The man did so, and not a moment too soon. The bull was after him like
a flash, and Dan, using his little remaining wind, redoubled his pace,
hoping to be able to aid the man.
On and on went the bull in pursuit. There were two clouds of dust now;
a small one, raised by the fleeing man, and a larger one, kicked up by
the bull.
“He may kill him!” thought Dan. “Isn’t this the worst luck!”
The man gave a look behind him. The bull was nearer. Then he did
the only thing feasible under the circumstances. He climbed a tree,
scrambling up it with a speed that did not seem possible in such a
stout person, for he was quite fat.
“Stay there! Stay there!” cried Dan, as he ran up.
“That’s just what I intend to do, young fellow,” the man answered,
panting from his exertions.
“What do you s’pose--Why, if it isn’t Dan Hardy!”
“Oh, Mr. Lee” exclaimed Dan, recognizing the crusty storekeeper for
whom he had once worked. “I didn’t know you at first.”
“No, and no one else would either, the way I had to run to escape being
killed by that ugly critter. You let him loose on purpose, that’s what
you did.”
“On purpose, Mr. Lee?”
“Yes, that’s what you done. I know you! You wanted to pay me back for
not taking you into my store again, and you thought you’d get even.
I’ll have the law on you for this!”
The bull was now pawing around the foot of the tree, paying no
attention to Dan, but, seemingly, very anxious to get at the
storekeeper.
“You have no right to talk that way, Mr. Lee,” spoke Dan firmly. “You
know I had nothing to do with the bull chasing you. I couldn’t help it.”
“Didn’t you let the bull loose?”
“No, sir. He broke out of the upper lot, when I was changing him from
the south pasture. There was a weak place in the fence.”
“Well, you knowed it was there, and you done it on purpose, and I’m
goin’ to have the law on you for it. I’ve got a weak heart, and I may
die from being chased this way. I feel bad now. I’ll make you pay the
doctor bills and the funeral expenses, too, that’s what I will.”
“I’m sorry, and I hope you’ll not be sick,” responded the lad. “But if
you are, I haven’t a cent to pay any bills with.”
The bull was running around the tree in a circle, pawing the ground and
bellowing.
“Why don’t you take the ugly critter away?” demanded Mr. Lee, holding
tightly to a branch, for he was afraid of falling out of the tree.
“I want to, but I can’t get a chance to hook this pole into the ring.
If I could he’d come along peaceably enough.”
“You’re keeping me up here for spite!” declared the man. “You picked
out this lonely spot, where there’s no houses, on purpose.”
Dan did not take the trouble to answer the unreasonable man. He was
watching his chance to catch the prong into the cord or ring in the
bull’s nose. But the creature, while it showed no disposition to attack
Dan, was keeping out of the boy’s reach.
“Aren’t you going to take the critter away?” demanded the man again.
“I’ve got important business at my store, and if I’m delayed I’ll
charge you damages, and heavy ones too.”
“I guess the way you’d figure it out, I now owe you more than I can
ever pay,” replied Dan more coolly, as he saw the bull was evidently
not likely to run any farther. “I’ll get him away if I can. I’ll have
to get you to help me. If you’ll stick one foot out, on the other side
of the tree, and make believe you’re coming down, you may attract his
attention there, and I can sneak behind him and slip the stick into the
ring. Just put your foot down a ways.”
“I know you! You want the bull to injure me!” cried Mr. Lee. “I see
your trick! You want me to get hurt so I can’t sue you. But I’ll sue
just the same.”
“Look here!” exclaimed Dan, in desperation. “If you want to get down
out of that tree, and if you want me to take the bull away, you’ve got
to help me. If you don’t do as I say I’ll have to leave the bull here
until I can go and get help.”
“Don’t do that! Don’t do that!” begged Mr. Lee in terror. “Don’t leave
me alone with that savage critter. I’ll do whatever you say. What is
it, Dan? I always liked you. You’re a good boy. I--I wish I’d given
you back your place in the store, but I couldn’t do it. I had to have
somebody. You’re a good boy, Dan. You won’t hold a grudge against an
old man like me. Don’t go off, and leave me all alone. I’ll do as you
say. Which foot shall I stick down?”
“It doesn’t make much difference,” replied Dan, hardly able to keep
back a smile at the change of manner in the man. “Either one will do. I
want you to attract the bull’s attention, until I can sneak up behind
him.”
“All right, Dan. I’ll do it. But don’t go off and leave me alone,”
and the storekeeper prepared to lower his foot. At the first sign of
movement on the part of the man up the tree the bull ceased going about
in a circle and stood still.
“I’ll get him now!” cried Dan.