the animals, or he surely would have
been trampled to death. Naturally, the noise of the rushing animals
drowned the roar of the fighting bulls, but the stampeded yaks gradually
checked themselves, and George was the most surprised individual
imaginable when he found the bull was not behind them.

And now another curious thing happened. They had run fully a quarter of
a mile, and when the running stopped, the yaks leisurely turned around
and slowly walked back. The movement seemed to be a concerted one.
George accompanied them. He didn't know what else to do.

When Apollo and the bull locked horns, after the latter had again gained
his feet, his tremendous bulk pushed Apollo back, at the first onset;
but they noticed a peculiar tactic on the part of Apollo. The latter at
each forward plunge twisted his head, first to the right, and then to
the left, as though he was boring his way in. This was an astonishing
thing to the stranger. This was done by Apollo over and over again, and
now, every time they met, and the twisting motion was repeated, his
enemy would be thrown back on his haunches.

For a period of twenty minutes the combat continued. Back and forth they
ranged. Harry, although intensely excited, wanted to give the bull a
shot, but the Professor restrained him. He felt that the youth of Apollo
was enough to overbalance the strength of his enemy.

"No, Harry, when they get through with this battle the big fellow will
not cause us any more trouble, and we need him."

The herd of cows came up and remained standing at a respectable
distance. They seemed instinctively to know that the question of
kingship was being decided. It was entirely immaterial to them who won.
George did not wait with the herd. He saw the combat, and beyond the
Professor and Harry.

"Well, you did kick up a fuss, didn't you?" said Harry.

"Apollo's got him; he'll lick him sure. See that lunge? My, what a
shaking he gave him that time!" George was a dancing Dervish by this
time. Then noticing the guns for the first time, seized one of them.
"I'll finish him."

"No, no, George," was Harry's reply, as he grasped the gun. "The
Professor is right; Apollo will finish him."

There was now no question of the fighting ability of Apollo, and of his
youth and vigor, and he knew it. His antagonist did not rush any more.
Apollo did that; the bull's main business now was to keep out of
Apollo's way.

He had been whipped, and he knew it. He turne