8o The King of the Thundering Herd 



was to be saved, for one of the crowding 

 bulls had been carried immediately into the 

 wagon. He had become entangled in the 

 top, and was pawing and kicking to free 

 himself. His great head just protruded 

 over the seat. 



Mr. Anderson reached up quickly with 

 the Colt's, and put an end to his kicking 

 with two well directed shots. 



There were now four dead bulls piled up 

 behind the wagon and one inside of it, and 

 soon the blood from their last victim came 

 trickling through upon the helpless family. 

 It was a grewsome position, but they could 

 not escape it and all were so glad that the 

 blood was not their own, that they did not 

 mind. 



" We are pretty well barricaded now, 

 Bennie," shouted Mr. Anderson, just mak- 

 ing himself heard above the thunder of gal- 

 loping hoofs. " I think we are safe. They 

 cannot get at us over all that beef and they 



