There was a thundering of hoofs, a dull roar, and the poor man, as he gained the summit and cast a frantic look behind, saw a vision of jagged silk and flying ribs.

With a groan he tore forwards.
There was a hedge about fifty yards away, and for this he made with panting sides and tottering knees.

If he could only stop that alarum! But the relentless noise continued, and now he could hear the bull in fresh pursuit.

However, the umbrella had diverted the attack.

After a few seconds of agony Mr.Fogo gained the hedge, tore up it, turned, saw the brute appear above the ridge with a wreck of silk and steel upon his horns, and with a sob of thankfulness dropped over into the next field.
But alas! in doing so Mr.Fogo performed the common feat of leaping out of the frying-pan into the fire.