I wouldn't mind for myself; I could dodge him well enough; but he might go after you, Ranald." What with fear and exertion I was unable to reply.

Another bellow sounded nearer, and by and by we could hear the dull stroke of his hoofs on the soft ground as he galloped after us.

But the fence of dry stones, and the larch wood within it, were close at hand.
"Over with you, Ranald!" cried Turkey, as if with his last breath; and turned at bay, for the brute was close behind him.
But I was so spent, I could not climb the wall; and when I saw Turkey turn and face the bull, I turned too.

We were now in the shadow of the hill, but I could just see Turkey lift his arm.

A short sharp hiss, and a roar followed.