The people were all in Sunday attire, many of the ladies wearing gay
colors. The day was warm and sunny and they lingered on the green,
talking joyously, when suddenly a cry of terror arose, and looking, the
young men saw a two-year old Hereford bull coming at full speed at the
crowd, and with the evident intention of charging direct into it. Every
one was paralyzed; that is, all but one. That one was Sedgwick. Near him
was a woman who had a long red scarf doubled and flung carelessly over
her shoulder. In an instant Sedgwick had thrown off his coat, snatched
the scarf from the woman and dashed out of the crowd directly toward the
coming terror. He shouted and shook the scarf, and the bull, seeing it,
rushed directly for it. As he struck the scarf, like a flash Sedgwick
caught the ring in the bull's nose with his left hand, the left horn in
his right hand, and twisting the ring and giving a mighty wrench on the
horn, both man and bull went prone upon the turf. But the man was above
and the bull below, and clinging to ring and horn and with knee on the
bull's throat, Sedgwick bent all his might upon the brute's head and held
him down.

Browning was at his side in a moment, and at Sedgwick's muffled cry to
tie his forelegs, Browning seized the scarf, lashed the bull's legs
together, and then both men arose.

Securing his coat quickly, Sedgwick seized Browning's arm, and said, "Let
us get out of this, old man. You told me this was a bully place, but I
did not look for it quite in that form."

"Where did you learn that trick?" asked Browning.

"In Texas," said Sedgwick. "It is a game we play with yearlings there,
but we never try it on an old stager, because, you see, if one should