dog had no right to bark at him. So, with a deep bellow he charged full at the fox. Redcoat sprang lightly aside, and for a few seconds skulked in the brush where the bull could not see him. But this play was too much fun to be given up easily, and he soon returned to his game of worrying the great animal. The second time the bull charged more readily than he had the first and the fox had to move lively to get out of his way. My, but this was great fun. He had never had anything quite like it. So, Redcoat returned to the worrying game again and again.
Finally, he had the great animal in a roaring rage, bellowing and charging madly.
When the game was at its very highest pitch, and Redcoat was having the time of his life, the man appeared in a distant portion of the pasture and began whistling, and calling, "Here, you Scottie. You come here. What are you doing? Come here." Redcoat shot into the bushes like a flash, and ran for fifteen minutes. He had been so intent upon the game he had not seen the man
