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"Then turn and run in another direction!" shouted Darrin.
Neither Dr. Bentley nor Dick Prescott uttered a word. They had
no advice ready at the instant, but turned and ran toward the
imperiled girl as fast as they could go.
Unused to such exercise, Dr. Bentley, who got the first start,
was quickly panting and red of face.
By him like a streak shot Dick Prescott, running with the speed
of the sprinter.
To face the bull empty handed was worse than useless. Dick had
to form his plans as he ran.
CHAPTER XXII
PLAYING RAGTIME ON MR. BULL
"Drop your parasol! Throw it away!" screamed her friends in unison.
But Clara, emitting another shriek, seemed too frightened to
comprehend. She tried to redouble her speed, but the bull was
rapidly gaining on her in the pursuit.
As all stood gazing at the panic-stricken girl, Dick Prescott
shot across the field.
What happened next was that Dick snatched the flaming red parasol
from her hand, then swung her shoulders about, thus forcing the
girl to face in another direction.
"Run---the way you're headed!" he yelled hoarsely.
The bull was close upon them. Giving the parasol a flourish in
the maddened animal's face, Prescott started off in the direction
from which the bull had come.
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