"Gracious! how it hurts!" he went on, making a wry face.
"Come! come!" urged Dave.

"That steer is coming! There he is now!" And he pointed to the lower end of the ravine, where the animal had just bobbed up among the bushes, shaking his head from side to side in a queer, uncanny way.
Roger tried to pull his foot from between the rocks, but was unable to do so.

Phil had run on, thinking his chums would follow.

Dave stopped short.
"Can't you make it, Roger ?" he asked, anxiously, and with another glance in the direction of the steer.

The animal was now in full view.
"I--I--don't seem to be--be able to!" panted the senator's son.