"Shall I put it around his neck and make a hitch over his nose, like you do a horse ?" he asked, glad for the opportunity to exhibit his newly acquired knowledge of ropes and horses and things.
"No, just tie it around his horns," the Dean answered.

"He'll come, all right." The bull, seeing a man on foot at the entrance to his prison, rumbled a deep-voiced threat, and pawed the earth with angry strength.
For an instant, Patches, with his hand on the latch of the gate, paused to glance from the dangerous-looking animal, that awaited his coming, to the Dean who sat on his horse just outside the fence.

Then he slipped inside the corral and closed the gate behind him.

The bull gazed at him a moment as if amazed at the audacity of this mere human, then lowered his head for the charge.
"Climb that gate, quick," yelled the Dean at the critical moment.
And Patches climbed--not a second too soon.
From his position of safety he smiled cheerfully at the Dean.

"He came all right, didn't he ?" The Dean's full rounded front and thick shoulders shook with laughter, while Senor Bull dared the man on the gate to come down.
"You crazy fool," said the Dean admiringly, when he could speak.