"No, no," he answered, with a knowledge of generalship for which I had not given him credit; "do you load the gun, and stand by to cover me if I am pursued; you will be ready also to help me up the rock as before. If I were to take your place with the gun up there, the chances are that I should shoot you instead of the bull, and that would not do.  I'll go, never fear."  Jerry, as will be seen, was a creature of impulse.  He was as brave as any one when he had time for reflection, and saw the necessity for coolness.  As soon as I had loaded the gun and got ready, keeping his eyes on the bulls, he cautiously advanced towards our satchels.  If a bull lifted his head, he stopped, and crouched down to the ground.  Then he advanced again on all-fours; and so by slow degrees he worked himself up to the spot at which he aimed.  He seized the things, and began to return as slowly as before.  It would have been well if he had continued his caution, but when he had got about half way on his return, he took it into his head to run, laughing loudly at the success of his exploit.  His figure moving alone, and his voice, roused the bulls.  Up went their tails, and a terrific bellow made his laughter cease in a moment.  I shouted to him to run faster.  On he scampered, shouting loudly, "Fire, Harry, if you see one of them going to butt!"  I was all ready, and he bravely held fast our property.  The bull nearest to him, wildly whisking his tail and bellowing louder than ever, was close to him.  I was in doubt whether or not to fire, lest I should still more infuriate the animal should I wound without killing him.  In another moment I saw that there was no alternative.  His horns were close to Jerry's back, and in an instant he would have had him high up in the air.  I shouted to Jerry to jump on one side.  He followed my advice with wonderful coolness.  I fired.  My bullet hit the bull in the right eye.  Down went his head, tearing into the ground.  He rushed on almost close up to the rock, bellowing furiously, ploughing up the earth with his horns; and then, as if he had been making a voluntary summerset, he rolled right over, and was dead.  It was indeed a triumph. I had no time to think about it then.  On rushed Jerry, for the other bulls were coming up fast.  Throwing aside my gun, I helped Jerry up the rock with the things he had so courageously recovered at the moment the other beasts were up to him.