"Why?"

For answer Jack waved an eloquent hand toward the gap in the stone
fence.

"I guess he wouldn't be best pleased to find that his fence had been
torn down," explained Jack, as the car drove off, leaving the
professor marooned in his tree with the sentinel bull waiting
patiently below.

Some distance down the road the boys came to a farmhouse. Several men
were working in the field under the direction of a stout, red-faced
man. Jack shouted to them, and when the red-faced man came up he
explained the situation to him. The man was good-natured, or perhaps
he rather liked the idea of a ride in such a novel-looking car.
Anyhow, he called three of his hands and told them to get pitchforks.

"Never see a bull I couldn't handle," he said as the men, having
returned, scrambled into the car.

"Do you know who it belongs to?" asked Jack, as he turned round and
headed back to where they left the luckless professor.

"I reckon it's that big Holstein of Josh Crabtree's. He's pretty near
as mean as his owner, and that's considerable."

Jack thought of the hole in the wall and hoped they would reach there
before farmer Crabtree, and so avoid serious complications.