He was back in a moment with the book, which he pressed into Donal's hand, while from the other he withdrew his club.

This he brandished aloft once or twice, then starting at a steady trot, speedily circled the herd, and returned to his adopted master--only to start again, however, and attack Hornie, whom he drove from the corn-side of the meadow right over to the other: she was already afraid of him.

After watching him for a time, Donal came to the conclusion that he could not do more than the cratur if he had as many eyes as Argus, and gave not even one of them to his book.

He therefore left all to Gibbie, and did not once look up for a whole hour.

Everything went just as it should; and not once, all that day, did Hornie again get a mouthful of the grain.