CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR.
THE BATTLE OF THE BULLS.
Next morning the boy hunters were up and stirring at the "peep of day." They felt refreshed and cheerful.

So did their animals, for the grass was good.

Jeanette was frisking about on her trail-rope and endeavouring to reach "Le Chat," whom she would have kicked and bitten to a certainty, but that the lasso-tether restrained her.

Jeanette little dreamt how near she had been to her last kick.

Had she known that, it is probable she would have carried herself with more sobriety, not knowing but that a similar necessity might occur again.