tonneau.

"In with you, Phil! Lively now!" came the command.

Phil made the first leap, then the second. His face was red with
exertion, his legs wabbly under the strain they had been under, and at
the third and final plunge they threatened to give way under him. With a
half cry, half scream, Nan pushed herself through the door Paul was
holding wide open, as the car veered close under Dave's dexterous hand.

"Ketch my hand, mister!" she cried and managed to clutch Phil's fingers
in a grip surprisingly strong for a girl. With his free hand Paul
clutched Phil's other hand and the two managed to half drag, half pull
Phil inside, where he fell panting to the floor of the tonneau.

Meantime Dave, far from idle, saw that Phil was making the connection.
He also saw that Mr. Bull was dangerously near making another kind of
connection with the near wheel's guard with one of those sharp pointed
horns.

"Here we go!" he shouted, and the Big Six made a powerful spring
forward, beyond the reach of this four-footed terror that bawled, glared
and snorted in a now vain pursuit.

Both Paul and Nan helped Phil up and, with a gasp or two he sank back on
the seat, still flourishing the kerchief.

"Well, what d'you think of that!" cried Paul, after assuring himself
that Phil was all right. "Did you ever see a madder bull?"

Meanwhile Dave, taking to the road again, soon placed distance and some
timber growth between themselves in the Big Six and the bull.

"Well, Miss Nan," said Phil, who had recovered, "that was what you were
scared at and I don't wonder. Does he often do that way?"

"Not often." The girl was trying to hide her feet, somehow feeling that
she was now where clothes assume greater importance than they do at home
on the farm. "I was out after blueberries. Sam--that's what we call
him--had got out of the pasture, and when he saw me I think a bee or
something had stung him. Anyway, he blamed it on me. He took after me
full tilt and I had to run. I don't know what I'd done but for you all."

"I'm sure we were glad to be where we could help," encouraged Phil,
"though I feel sure I don't long for another such narrow escape. I must
thank you, too, Miss Nan, for helping Paul drag me aboard, for I was
about all in."

"Don't you worry, Nan," broke in Paul, who had been taking in the girl's
embarrassment. "I lived on a farm when I was smaller, and we didn't
bother much about how we dressed. I'm sure you look well, no matte