The bull tossed his head as in pain, left Turkey, and came towards me.

He could not charge at any great speed, for the ground was steep and uneven.

I, too, had kept hold of my weapon; and although I was dreadfully frightened, I felt my courage rise at Turkey's success, and lifted my club in the hope that it might prove as good at need as Turkey's whip.

It was well for me, however, that Turkey was too quick for the bull.

He got between him and me, and a second stinging cut from the brass wire drew a second roar from his throat, and no doubt a second red streamlet from his nose, while my club descended on one of his horns with a bang which jarred my arm to the elbow, and sent the weapon flying over the fence.