Well, it was a good long walk, over fields and hedges and ditches.

I had some trouble to keep up with the others, for you must remember I was a very small boy then, and once, in jumping a ditch, I gave my ankle a little twist which made it still more difficult to go along fast.

However, no one noticed me, and I was determined not to be beaten.
"At last we came to a large field, where some cattle were grazing which we had to cross.
"`There's a mad bull in this field,' said one of the boys; `he chased Farmer Jones the other day.' "`We can run for it,' said another coolly, `if he comes after us.' "Now, I knew I could not run with my sore ankle, and the idea of the bull terrified me.

`Can't we go another way ?' I asked.
"Fear must have been written on my face, for some of the boys burst out laughing.
"`Little Morrin's afraid,' said one mockingly.

`Sit down under the hedge, dear: then the bull won't see you.' "`Go on,' said another; `never mind the little milksop.' "But my hero, the biggest and strongest of all, looked at me kindly and said: `Is anything the matter, little Morrin ?' "And, reassured by his kind tones, I told him I had hurt my foot a little, and did not think I could run.
"`Get up on my back then,' said he, and, before I could say a word, he stooped down and lifted me up with his strong arms, then strode on as before.
"The others began to taunt and mock me.
"`Let him alone, you fellows,' said my champion.