He won't touch me.

You can run faster than I; so that's settled." "Don't be absurd, dear," answered Barbara; "I am not afraid of bulls." Lady Casterley flashed a look at her which had a gleam of amusement.
"I can feel you," she said; "you're just as trembly as I am." The bull was now distant some eighty yards, and they were still quite a hundred from the stile.
"Granny," said Barbara, "if you don't go on as I tell you, I shall just leave you, and go and meet him! You mustn't be obstinate!" Lady Casterley's answer was to grip her granddaughter round the waist; the nervous force of that thin arm was surprising.
"You will do nothing of the sort," she said.

"I refuse to have anything more to do with this bull; I shall simply pay no attention." The bull now began very slowly ambling towards them.
"Take no notice," said Lady Casterley, who was walking faster than she had ever walked before.
"The ground is level now," said Barbara; "can you run ?" "I think so," gasped Lady Casterley; and suddenly she found herself half-lifted from the ground, and, as it were, flying towards the stile.
She heard a noise behind; then Barbara's voice: "We must stop.

He's on us.

Get behind me." She felt herself caught and pinioned by two arms that seemed set on the wrong way.