Last Bull -- The king of the flaming hoops -- The monarch of Park Barren -- The gray master -- The sun-gazer -- The lord of the glass house -- Back to the water world -- Lone wolf -- The bear's face -- The duel on the trail.
enclosure. He was quite unaware of the hostility which he had aroused in the perverse and brooding heart of Last Bull.
One crisp morning in late November, when all the grass in the Park had been blackened by frost, and the pools were edged with silver rims of ice, and mists were white and saffron about the scarce-risen sun, and that autumn thrill was in the air which gives one such an appetite, Bong chanced to be strolling past the front of Last Bull's range. He did not see Last Bull, who was nothing to him. But, being just as hungry as he ought to be on so stimulating a morning, he did see, and note with interest, some bundles of fresh hay on the other side of the fence.
Now, Bong was no thief. But hay had always seemed to him a free largess, like grass and water, and this looked like very good hay. So clear a conscience had he on the subject that he never thought of glancing around to see if any of the attendants were looking. Innocently he lurched up to the fence, reached his lithe trunk thro