But the bull did not pay a farthing's worth of it.

So then Oswald leaned over the iron gate of the bull's yard and just flicked the bull with the whiplash.

And then the bull DID pay attention.
He started when the lash struck him, then suddenly he faced round, uttering a roar like that of the wounded King of Beasts, and putting his head down close to his feet he ran straight at the iron gate where we were standing.
Alice and Oswald mechanically turned away; they did not wish to annoy the bull any more, and they ran as fast as they could across the field so as not to keep the others waiting.
As they ran across the field Oswald had a dream-like fancy that perhaps the bull had rooted up the gate with one paralysing blow, and was now tearing across the field after him and Alice, with the broken gate balanced on its horns.

We climbed the stile quickly and looked back; the bull was still on the right side of the gate.
Oswald said, 'I think we'll do without the bull.

He did not seem to want to come.