"He will catch us! he will catch us!" moaned Helen.

"You girls run ahead," gasped Tom, letting go of his sister's hand.
"Maybe I can turn him---"

"He'll kill you!" cried Helen.

"Come this way!" commanded Ruth, suddenly turning to the left,
toward the bank of the open creek. The current of this stream was so
swift that it had not yet frozen--saving along the edges. The bank
was very steep. A few trees of good size grew along its edge.

"We can't cross the creek, Ruthie!" shrieked Helen. "He will get us,
sure."

"But we can get below the bank--out of sight!" panted her chum.
"Come, Tom! that beast will kill you if you delay."

"It's our caps he sees," declared Master Tom. "That old red cap of
Nell's is what is exciting him so."

In a flash Ruth Fielding snatched the red cap from her chum's head
and ran on with it toward the bank of the creek. The others followed
her while the big bull, swerving in his course, came bellowing on
behind.




CHAPTER II