n of the field, an uncertain but daring thought
dawned upon her busy brain, and when she returned home she casually
asked Hope, "Didn't folks one time have bull fights in Africa?"

"In Spain, you mean," answered the other, always ready to share her
small store of knowledge. "Yes, they still have them, though it is very
wicked."

"How do they fight?"

"Oh, I don't know exactly, but I think a man rides around a big ring on
horseback, flying a red flag until the bull is terribly mad, and then he
has to kill it with his dagger or get killed himself. It is terribly
cruel, teacher says."

"Why does the bull get mad at the flag?"

"Because it is red, and they can't stand that color. Neither can turkey
gobblers. Don't you remember you had on a red coat when Mr. Hartman's
gobbler chased you?"

"Oh," said Peace, much enlightened. She had received the information she
sought, and was content.

"So the flag has to be red, does it?" she mused, as she stealthily
climbed the stairs to the tiny, hot, cobwebby attic, where all the
cast-off clothing was stored against a rainy day. "I thought it was
something like that, but I didn't know for sure. There's an old red
dress that b'longed to me, and here is my old flannel petticoat. I don't
b'lieve we will ever use this mess of cheesecloth again, either; it is
so dreadfully streaked. But there is enough red in it yet."

Gathering up an armful of worn-out garments, she crept down the stairway
once more and slipped away to the lower pasture with her burden, where
for the next half hour she might have been seen tying the scarlet strips
to the fence rails in the corner farthest from the raspberry patch. When
the last rag was fastened securely, she stepped back and viewed the
result of her labor, sighing in deep satisfaction, "There are twenty-one
hunks in all. It ought to take him a good long time to tear them all to
pieces, and maybe if we work fast we can get most of the bushes stripped
while he is banging his head down here."

Hurrying home, she quietly summoned Cherry and Allee, and the trio set
out once more on their berry-picking excursion, finding their enemy too
busy in the far end of the field to interfere with them, just as Peace
had hoped.

"But he may come back here at any minute," argued Cherry, loth to enter
the field. "I thought you said he was gone from the pasture."

"I said from the _berries_. Don't stop to talk. As long as he doesn't
hear us, we are all right. We