"
It seemed the best plan to follow, but there was no need of trying
it, for at that instant Sandy Apgar, who had returned, and who had
heard the cries, came bursting in on the scene.
For a moment, at seeing this new figure, and supposing, perhaps, that
it was a more active enemy than the others, the bull made as if to
leap forward, with lowered horns. But, fortunately, the young farmer
had an effective weapon in a pitchfork. Its sharp tines Sandy held
toward the bull, pricking the creature slightly. This was too much
for the beast, and with a bellow of pain, instead of rage, as before,
he turned, and with drooping tail crashed his way through the corn,
as he had come.
"Pesky gritter!" exclaimed Mr. Switzer, in his strong German accent.
"He nearly gafe me heart disease. Feel how he thumps inside my west,"
he appealed to Mr. Sneed.
"Ha! What do I care about your heart!" exclaimed the "grouch,"
inconsiderately. "My foot will be lame for a week where I hit it.
This is getting worse and worse--I suppose you'll be turning wild
tigers and lions loose on us next!" he cried in a highly aggrieved
tone to Mr. Pertell.
"This wasn't my fault," said the manager. "I did not invite the bull
here."
"No, I guess nobody did," laughed Sandy. "But I hope he didn't hurt
any of you.
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