"I wonder!" mused Dick, half aloud, as he leaned out cautiously
over a limb. "I wonder."
Then, by way of finding out, he dropped the noose suddenly. It
fell over the animal's head and around its neck.
Warned by the touch of the rope, the bull backed hastily off,
nearly hauling the high school boy out of the tree.
"There's just one chance to get you, and that's happening now,"
mused Dick Prescott, as, still holding to the rope, he fairly
shot down the tree trunk.
For an instant the bull watched as though incredulous. It gave
Dick time to touch his feet to the ground, passing the rope loosely
once around the tree trunk.
As the bull lumbered forward Prescott pulled on his rope, while
retreating in the opposite direction.
All in a twinkling the bull's head was close to the tree, and
Dick with the end of the rope in his hands, and aided by the twist
around the tree, had a leverage that enable him to hold the bull
there.
For a few moments the dirt fairly flew before the maddened animal's
efforts to free itself. Then, finding itself a prisoner, with
its head fastened close to the tree, the bull again stopped to
consider.
"You fellows can come over here now," Dick called. "The bull
is safely caught---provided neither the rope nor the tree break.
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