"I say, I wish those other fellows were here," said Jerry.  "It would be great fun if they would come, thinking we were stuck in a bog, or spiked on the horns of bulls, and find us so jollily eating away up here. Here's to your health, Harry.  May you always make as good shots as you did just now, when you saved me from the butt of that beast's head! Hillo! have a bit of your brother?" cried he, holding a piece of the steak at the end of his ramrod down towards one of the bulls, which came snuffing up towards us.