d before instructed us how to act under such ordinary
circumstances as were likely to occur. The cracking of our whips, and
our loud shouts, at length frightened the three bulls, and instead of
running at us they turned tail and off they went.

"Tally-ho!" shouted Bracewell, and we made chase.

Our object was now to overtake them. Bracewell having got up to a
powerful red bull, for a few seconds he and the animal kept time
together; then gaining a little and keeping it on his right side he
fired, and the superb beast, with a low bellow, crashed headlong to the
ground. Pulling up for a moment he galloped after me, as I dashed on
close to another bull I had singled out; but in consequence of a fallen
tree which would have compelled me to slacken speed, I had ranged up on
the wrong side, so that I could not fire with due effect. Fearing
however that the bull would escape, I took the best aim I could, fired,
and wounded it. The bull, maddened with rage, charged wildly at my
horse.

"Spur for your life," shouted Bracewell. I did so, for I expected every
moment to see the bull rip open my steed with his powerful horns, and I
knew that if it was gored I might be trampled to death.

The bull came thundering behind me and actually touched my horse, which
nearly sent me over its head as it kicked out viciously to defend
itself. Happily Bracewell was close behind, and coming up presented the
muzzle of his pistol at the bull's head. The next moment I was safe.
In the meantime Guy had been pursuing a third bull. I had heard him
fire twice. I now saw the animal rushing on, with head down, about to
run at him. Fortunately a tree was near at hand, round which he managed
to guide his horse, when the bull for a moment losing sight of him he
was able to take a steady aim: he fired and the monster rolled over.

"Nervous work!" exclaimed Bracewell. "You fellows have behaved
capitally, though I really forgot the danger to which you might be
exposed, but I am very thankful that no harm has been done. We'll now
ride back as hard as we can go, and get the cart to bring in the meat
before the dingoes or black fellows or the ants have taken possession of
it."

We agreed that hunting wild cattle was more exciting sport than
galloping after kangaroos, although we fancied that the latter was the
finest amusement to be found in Australia. Not a moment was lost on our
arrival at home in getting the cart under way, and Guy and I und