bellowing, charging, ready to annihilate the scientist.

"Run!" yelled the boys at the top of their lungs. "Run!"

But the professor, with his precious bag in one hand and his hammer in
the other, stood staring at the advancing bull through his thick
glasses as if the maddened creature had been some sort of new and
interesting specimen.

"Gracious! He's a goner!" groaned Dick.




CHAPTER III.

THE PROFESSOR'S DILEMMA.


But the professor was seen to suddenly dart, with an activity they
would hardly have expected in him, across the road. He was only in the
nick of time.

Almost opposite to the gap in the fence he had made was a tree with
low-hanging boughs. As the bull charged through the gap, right on his
heels, the professor, still with his bag, slung by its leather strap
across his shoulders, swung himself up into the lower limbs.

The boys set up a cheer.