Our enemy, on receiving his last wound, turned off and made a rapid circuit round the rock, to discover, we concluded, if there was any place by which he could get up at us.  Finding none, he returned.  As soon as he appeared, I took a steady aim, resting the barrel on a lump of rock--I fired.  Roaring with fury, he bounded along towards the rock. I thought he would almost have reached us.  Suddenly he stopped--down went his head, and over he rolled close under the rock, and there he lay stone dead!  We both of us simultaneously raised a loud shout of victory; but, as Jerry remarked, we began to crow rather too soon, for the other six bulls, no way daunted at the fall of their leader, continued raging round about us as furiously as ever.  We had only one bullet left, and with that we could scarcely hope even to settle one of them.  We sat ourselves down watching our enemies, hoping that they would grow tired of waiting for us and go away; but they seemed by no means disposed to move.  Never did a beleaguering army watch more pertinaciously round a hard pressed garrison than did our formidable enemies watch to toss us in the air.  In vain we stood up and looked around on every side for our friends, as far as our somewhat limited range of vision extended.  There was not a sign of them.  They, too, would have become not a little anxious about us, except Cousin Silas thought we were still with Mr Kilby, and the latter gentleman supposed we had joined our other friends.  If so, unless they met they would probably not come to look for us.  As we had taken but a light luncheon, we began to feel very hungry, and to cast longing glances at our satchels and the teal, which lay at some distance from the rock, but which we dared not attempt to got.  Not ten feet below where we sat was the bull.  Jerry looked over the rock--