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AS for Geraldine, when the bull met Joe, and she heard the bellow of pain that showed he had encountered his match, the child had dropped senseless upon the grass. There she lay, while Gerald meanwhile had picked himself up and, none the worse for his hard run, had found his way home. The little girl was still there when Joe came back to look after her, after securing his unruly charge.
"Was there ever such an unselfish, plucky, clever little lady! " said the kind old fellow to himself as he lifted the child tenderly, thankful to see in the small white face signs of returning consciousness.