There was only one course open to Ingred.

She slipped over the railings and went along the meadow to warn her schoolfellow.

In a few quiet words she explained the situation.
"Don't run," she whispered.

"Let us walk back and perhaps it will take no notice of us." The girls went as softly as possible, looking over their shoulders every now and then to see that all was safe.

Of bulls they had a wholesome terror, but they had had no previous experience of a savage horse.
They were about fifteen yards from the railings, when the mare, which hitherto had been feeding quietly, raised her head and lumbered round.
She saw strangers in her territory; her primeval instinct was to protect her foal, and she came tearing across the field with wild eyes and lip turned back from gleaming teeth.