They had evidently overlooked his fall, and the gully had concealed him.

The sides before him were too steep for his aching limbs to climb; the slope by which he and the bull had descended when the collision occurred was behind the wounded animal.

Clarence was staggering towards it when the bull, by a supreme effort, lifted itself on three legs, half turned, and faced him.
These events had passed too quickly for the inexperienced boy to have felt any active fear, or indeed anything but wild excitement and confusion.

But the spectacle of that shaggy and enormous front, that seemed to fill the whole gully, rising with awful deliberation between him and escape, sent a thrill of terror through his frame.

The great, dull, bloodshot eyes glared at him with a dumb, wondering fury; the large wet nostrils were so near that their first snort of inarticulate rage made him reel backwards as from a blow.