He advanced towards the two women, and Madame Aubain prepared to flee for her life.

"No, no! not so fast," warned Felicite.

Still they hurried on, for they could hear the noisy breathing of the bull close behind them.

His hoofs pounded the grass like hammers, and presently he began to gallop! Felicite turned around and threw patches of grass in his eyes.

He hung his head, shook his horns and bellowed with fury.