"Take cover! They're coming!"
But there was no cover, and so we all got back the way we had come, and
just as Cherry Ripe and a man ran up from another part of the garden we
reached the top of the wall and prepared to leap down. But luckily we
didn't. In fact, even as it was we only just saved Pedlar and lugged
him back in time.
The bull had arrived!
He was there, not more than twenty yards from the wall, and he was a
whacker. He had an enormous body and head, and his forehead was curly,
and his eyes fierce, and his horns rather short but very thick. A
copper ring was in his nose, and his hoofs turned up rather curiously,
like Turkish slippers. There was some hay flung down in front of him,
and he was smelling it. He was evidently a large and fierce bull, and
him being on one side of the wall and Cherry Ripe on the other made it a
very tricky position for us on the top.