The Essential Edward Stratemeyer Collection. Stratemeyer Edward

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      "Prod him!" yelled Dave, and Ben promptly did as requested, catching the bull in the mouth with his stick. Then, as the animal turned aside, Dave jumped closer, put out his stick, and caught the improvised hook in the nose ring.

      "Good! you've got him!" shouted Phil. "Can we help you any?"

      "I don't think so--keep quiet," was the reply.

      The bull snorted wildly for a moment, and Dave had all he could do to keep the animal at the pole's length. But he knew how to twist the ring, and this speedily brought the beast to terms. The snorting ceased, and the bull stood still, glaring viciously at his captor, but not daring to attempt an attack.

      "Come, gee haw!" cried Dave, presently; and with caution commenced to pull on the pole. Slowly the bull stepped after him, dragging the chain and stump behind him.

      "What are you going to do with him?" called out Roger.

      "Tangle him up in the bushes--if I can," was the answer, and Dave turned in the direction of the brushwood lining the watercourse.

      At this point there were a good many sharp rocks and twisted roots of bushes and trees, and it was not long before the loose stump caught on them.

      "Come on, we'll fasten him good and hard!" cried Phil, dashing up behind the bull, and as quickly as it could be done he and the others piled some loose rocks against the tree stump, so that it would be next to impossible for the bull to work it free.

      "Now you can let him go, Dave," said Ben, who had stood guard with his pole. "We've got him as fast as he ever was." And then Dave let loose from the ring, much to the animal's relief, for he chanced to have a tender nose, and the twisting of the ring hurt him a good deal.

      "Are you sure he won't get away and come for us?" questioned Laura, as all drew to a safe distance.

      "He won't get away very soon," answered Ben. "But we ought to notify his owner of what we have done."

      "Whose bull is it?" asked one of the girls.

      "I give up--I never saw him before."

      "I think the bull belongs to the Hook Stock Farm," said Dave, mentioning a farm located about a mile away. "I don't know of anybody else around here who would own a bull. When we go home we can stop at the farm and tell them of what has happened."

      Leaving the animal quietly grazing among the bushes, the boys and girls walked over to the automobiles, to learn if any damage had been done. In his movements the bull had scratched some paint from the wheels and the mudguards, but that was all, for which they were thankful.

      "Well, it's about time to start for home," said Dave, consulting his watch. "Remember, we are to go the long way around,--and stop at the Hook place in the bargain."

      "I'm ready to go," answered Jessie. The presence of the bull still disturbed her.

      Yet it was some little time before they started, for the things had to be packed, and several of the boys and girls wanted to get photographs of the picnic party. Then Dave cranked up, and Roger did the same. All piled in, and the start for home was begun.

      "I'll wager that Nat Poole, Link Merwell, and Nick Jasniff are the maddest boys in this State," was Phil's comment, as the first car rolled on, with he and Dave on the front seat.

      "I believe you, Phil," answered the driver of the machine. "And if Jasniff and Merwell really do go to Rockville Academy you can make up your mind that they will cause us all the trouble possible."

      "I don't believe the better class of fellows at the military academy will take to those chaps."

      "Neither do I. But there are some mean boys at that school--you remember them--and Merwell and Jasniff will flock with that bunch. Oh, they'll try their best to down us, you see if they don't!" declared Dave.

      On the road beyond the picnic ground they came to a spot where some rocks and logs had been piled up and then taken away again. All gazed at the spot with interest.

      "I guess Pete Barnaby did this--under directions from Nat Poole," said Ben.

      "Yes, and Jed Sully made him, or the Poole crowd, clear it away again," answered Dave. "They'll not close this road as long as Sully is roadmaster."

      "Be on your guard, Dave!" sang out Roger. "Those rascals will play some trick on us, if they can."

      "I'm on the watch!" answered Dave.

      As they bowled along all kept their eyes on the alert, and it was well that they did so, for at a turn they suddenly came upon some broken bottles thrown down just where the machines had to pass. Dave gave a yell of warning, and turned off the power and applied the brakes just in time, and, as before, Roger had to turn into the bushes, to avoid striking the turnout ahead.

      "They thought they'd make us cut our tires," said Dave.

      "Right you are," answered Phil. "Phew! If we had gone over that glass we might have had some nasty punctures or blow-outs."

      "They ought to be arrested for this!" said Sam, wrathfully. "It's against the law to put glass on a public highway."

      "We can't prove they did it," answered Ben. "If we accused them, of course they would deny it. But it shows their meanness."

      The boys got out and picked up some of the glass, and swept the rest aside as well as they could. Then the machines were started up once more, and soon they came in sight of the Hook Stock Farm, and Dave beckoned to a man who stood near the gateway.

      "Have you lost one of your bulls?" he asked.

      "We sure have!" answered the man, quickly. "What do you know about him?"

      "We know he tried to run off with our autos," returned Dave, with a grin, and then told the man the story, and described where the animal could be found. While he was speaking two other stock farm hands came up. They had been looking for the bull since early morning.

      "He's a valuable beast," said one of the men. "I hope he ain't hurt none."

      "He isn't hurt--and we are mighty glad he didn't hurt us," said Phil.

      "Oh, he won't hurt nobody--if he's left alone," said the man.

      "How can he hurt anybody, if he is left alone?" was Roger's dry query. But the man was too dull to see the joke.

      From the stock farm hands, the boys found out which were the best roads to take, and then passed on again, up hill and down dale for a distance of six miles, when they came out on a broad and well-kept highway.

      "Good! This is what I like!" cried Dave, and turned on the power until the touring car was moving along at a lively rate. Roger "hit her up," as he called it, also, and before long they had covered an additional ten miles. Then they had to go over a hill, beyond which lay the village of Lester.

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