Dr. Bentley had turned away; but when
he found himself unaccompanied, he wheeled about once more.
"You can't do anything---except run in danger, Dick," the physician
called anxiously.
"I am studying this business trying to find out if there isn't
something that I can do," Prescott replied.
"There isn't," Dr. Bentley assured the boy, walking over to him,
"and by staying you're only putting your life in almost certain
jeopardy."
But Prescott shook his head and went on studying the turn of rope
around the tree trunk.
"You foolhardy fellow, I wish I had authority to order you away
from here," exclaimed the physician irascible.
"I know you think I'm foolhardy, sir," Dick answered respectfully,
"but, from the way the rope is fraying, this beast is going to
be free presently. I feel that I simply have to find a way to
prevent his doing mischief. We boys can take to trees, but how
about the girls? How about Mrs. Bentley?"
"They can get inside of the wooden houses at need," urged Dr.
Bentley. "It is hardly likely that even a crazy bull would attack
a wooden house."
"He might charge through our camp, though, and frankly, doctor,
we can't afford to lose that camp," Prescott argued.
"You other boys get back!" commanded Dr.
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