Hedulio spurred his horse up the avenue and towards the yells, I after him.

The yells guided us to the lower barn-yard gate.

Hedulio reined up abruptly, leaped off, leaving me to catch his mare, and vaulted the gate.

I tethered our mounts as quickly as I could and climbed the gate.

I saw old Chryseros pinned against the wall of his barley-barn, in between the horns of his white bull.