"Oh, Bert," cried Nan, "what shall we do?"
She had dropped her flowers and was running toward her brother.
"You get behind me!" cried Bert. "Maybe I can throw a stone at this
steer!"
He, too, had dropped the red blossoms he had gathered, and was looking
about for a stone. But he could not see any, and the wild steer was
coming on down the slope. I do not mean that the steer was wild, like
a wild lion or tiger, but that he was just excited by seeing two
children off their ponies. If Bert and Nan had been in the saddles
perhaps the steer never would have chased them.
But now with tail flapping in the air, and with angry shakes of his
head, he was running toward them. Nan got behind her brother, and Bert
stood ready to do what he could. The children did not realize how much
danger they were in and they might have been hurt but for something
that happened.
At first neither Bert nor Nan knew what this happening was. One moment
they saw the wild steer racing toward them, and the next minute they
saw the big animal, larger than a cow, tumbling down the hill head
over heels.
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