in the air, and he never moved
after he came down. It was a glancing shot, and you could not have done
better, Smith, if you made a hundred trials."

"Once is enough for me," I said.

I turned my attention to the automobile, and as I started toward it Miss
Harding intercepted me.

"That was very brave of you, Jacques Henri," she said, offering both of
her hands. "You are an excellent chauffeur, and we all thank you."

"Don't praise me too much or I shall be tempted to demand an exorbitant
salary," I declared. "I'm glad I had the sense to think of it in time.
Let's see if much damage was done to the machine."

It was a happy moment for John Henry Smith, and I would tackle a bull
every day under the same circumstances if I knew that there was waiting
for me the reward of such a glance from those eyes and the clasp of
those little hands.

The forward lamps were smashed beyond repair and several rods were
slightly bent, but aside from these trifles I could not see that any
damage had been done. Mr. Harding and the others joined us.

"I suppose somebody owns that bull," he said. "Do you happen to know who
runs this farm, Smith?"

I had no idea. There was no farmhouse in sight, and Harding was in a
quandary. He thought a moment and then produced one of his cards.

"Write this for me, Smith. My hand is too shaky. Let's see," and then
he dictated the following: "_While playing golf I was attacked by this
bull. Send bill for bull to Woodvale Club_."

"I should say that was all right," he said, reading it carefully. "It is
short and does not go into unnecessary details."

We tied the card to the animal's horns, and I have an idea the owner of
that unfortunate beast will be mystified to account for the fate which
befel him. Having repaired the fence as best we could we resumed our
journey to Oak Cliff, and Mr. Harding was content to remain in his seat
until we reached there.

Later in the day Chilvers drew a diagram of this exploit on the back of
a menu card, and I paste it in here as a droll memento of this incident.

[Illustration]

Chilvers attempted to explain to Harding and the rest of us that the
collision between the auto and the bull resulted in "pulled or hooked
shot," the bull taking the place of a golf ball and the machine serving
as the face of the driver. It is quite accurate as showing the relative
positions of the various factors, but I should not term it an art
product.

"I am familiar with the r