sed
the bulls. Up went their tails, and a terrific bellow made his laughter
cease in a moment. I shouted to him to run faster. On he scampered,
shouting loudly, "Fire, Harry, if you see one of them going to butt!" I
was all ready, and he bravely held fast our property. The bull nearest
to him, wildly whisking his tail and bellowing louder than ever, was
close to him. I was in doubt whether or not to fire, lest I should
still more infuriate the animal should I wound without killing him. In
another moment I saw that there was no alternative. His horns were
close to Jerry's back, and in an instant he would have had him high up
in the air. I shouted to Jerry to jump on one side. He followed my
advice with wonderful coolness. I fired. My bullet hit the bull in the
right eye. Down went his head, tearing into the ground. He rushed on
almost close up to the rock, bellowing furiously, ploughing up the earth
with his horns; and then, as if he had been making a voluntary
summerset, he rolled right over, and was dead. It was indeed a triumph.
I had no time to think about it then. On rushed Jerry, for the other
bulls were coming up fast. Throwing aside my gun, I helped Jerry up the
rock with the things he had so courageously recovered at the moment the
other beasts were up to him.

"Bravo, Harry!" he sung out; "you've saved my life and shot the bull;
you are a capital fellow!"

I proposed that we would not compliment each other till we had lighted
our fire and cooked our steaks. As we had now some teal, we added a
couple to our repast. We had some lucifers, so we soon made a glorious
fire. Having plucked our teal, we poked them under the ashes, while, in
true sportsman fashion, we toasted the steaks at the end of our ramrod.
Having also pepper and salt, we had every reason to be satisfied with
our repast.

"I say, I wish those other fellows were here," said Jerry. "It would be
great fun if they would come, thinking we were stuck in a bog, or spiked
on the horns of bulls, and find us so jollily eating away up here.
Here's to your health, Harry. May you always make as good shots as you
did just now, when you saved me from the butt of that beast's head!
Hillo! have a bit of your brother?" cried he, holding a piece of the
steak at the end of his ramrod down towards one of the bulls, which came
snuffing up towards us.

Thus we went on laughing and joking, perfectly contented, and thinking
only of the present mo