Angel struck the horse, and it galloped forward perhaps about a hundred yards, and then, of its own accord, stopped suddenly.
Upon the side of the road, pushing itself backward among the bushes, the better to gain space for its run, was a bull.

Its eyes were bloodshot, its head lowered for a long moment to measure its distance ere it made the attack.

The horse seemed palsied with terror.

It moved backward with tottering steps, trembling all over, heedless of whip or rein.
The backward movement prolonged the hesitation of the bull, which turned itself to take another aim.

The horse uttered an almost human cry.