The maddened beast shaking his head with a roar rushed upon Sam like a thunderbolt, driving him towards the side of the yard.

He stepped on one side rapidly, and then tumbled himself bodily through the rails, and fell with his fine brown curls in the dust, right at the feet of poor Alice, who would have screamed, but could not find the voice.
Jim and Halbert roared with laughter, and Sam, picking himself up, was beginning to join as loud as anybody, when he saw Alice looking very white and pale, and went towards her.
"I hope you haven't been frightened by that evildisposed bull, Miss Brentwood," he said pleasantly; "you must get used to that sort of work." "Hallo, sister!" shouted Jim; "what the deuce brings you here?
I thought you were at home at your worsted work.

You should have seen what we were at, Cecil, before you brought her up.

Now, miss, just mount that rail alongside of Halbert, and keep quiet." "Oh, do let me go home, Jim dear; I am so frightened!" "Then you must learn not to be frightened," he said.

"Jump up now!" But meanwhile the bull had the best of it, and had got out of the yard.
A long lithe lad, stationed outside on horseback, was in full chase, and Jim, leaping on one of the horses tied to the rails, started off to his assistance.