l of the fact
that he would come off terribly greasy on the helpless boy's black
clothes.

"No, man," cried Sir James. "Go and watch over those ferocious beasts,
and see that they do not injure any one else."

"Did they hurt him, sir!" said the man eagerly.

"Hurt him! Look," cried Sir James indignantly.

"He ain't hurt," said Dexter sturdily. "Only frightened. There was a
chap at our school used to go like that. He's fainting, that's what he
is doing. You lay him down, and wait till I come back."

Dexter ran to the river, and, without a moment's hesitation, plunged in
his new cap, and brought it back, streaming and dripping, with as much
water as he could scoop up.

Too nervous even to oppose the boy's order, Sir James had lowered his
son to the ground, and, as he lay on the grass, Helen bathed and
splashed his face with the water, till it was gone.

"I'll soon fetch some more," cried Dexter.

But it was not needed, for just then Edgar opened his eyes, looked
wildly round, as if not comprehending where he was, and then exclaimed
with a sob--

"Where's the bull?"

"Hush! hush! my boy; you are safe now; thanks to the bravery of this
gallant lad."

Dexter puckered up his forehead and stared.

"Where's my hat!" cried Edgar piteously.

"Scrunched," said Dexter shortly. "Bullocks trod on it."

"And my silver-topped cane!"

"There it lies on the grass," said Dexter, stooping down and picking it
up.

"Oh, look at my jacket and my trousers," cried Edgar. "What a mess I'm
in!"

"Never mind, my boy; we will soon set that right," said Sir James.
"There, try and stand up. If you can walk home it will be all the
better now."

"The brutes!" cried Edgar, with a passionate burst of tears.

"Do you feel hurt anywhere?" said Helen kindly.

"I don't know," said the boy faintly, as he rose and took his father's
arm.

"Can I help you, Sir James?" said Helen.

"No, no, my dear Miss Grayson, we are so near home, and we will go in by
the back way, so as not to call attention. I can never thank you
sufficiently for your kindness, nor this brave boy for his gallantry.
Good-bye. Edgar is better now. Good-bye."

He shook hands warmly with both.

"Shake hands with Miss Grayson, Eddy," said Sir James, while the
butcher's man sat on the stile and lit his pipe.

Edgar obeyed.

"Now with your gallant preserver," said Sir James.

Edgar, who looked extremely damp and limp, put out a hand unwillingly,
and