"I guess we may all let go of the rope now," Prescott smiled.
"I don't believe the bull can pull successfully against that
triple knot."
Mr. Bull was trying it, at any rate. His angry bellows were almost
as loud as the roaring of a lion. Dirt flew. The beast exerted
its whole power in its efforts to get free.
"The knot will hold," pronounced Dr. Bentley, after a critical
survey. "The great danger is friction, which may wear out that
part of the rope hitched around the first tree. If that happens
we shall all have to run for our lives. Come back here, Prescott!
What are you going to do?"
For Dick, leaving the little group, had started on a run for the
bull.
CHAPTER XXIII
WHAT TAG "BORROWED" FROM THE DOCTOR
"I want to see how the rope is faring," Dick explained.
"If it fares badly," called Dr. Bentley dryly, "you will find
your curiosity possibly fatal. Come back here. It is time for
us to be getting away. I am sorry we have no fire arms, or we
could settle Mr. Bull very quickly. Come along, boys! Come,
Dick!"
But Prescott, for once, didn't prove over, tractable. He went
closer, anxiously studying the condition of the rope wound around
the first tree. Until Dick was ready to go none of his chums
would leave the scene.
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