"I'm sure Rosa Bonheur or Lucy Kemp-Welch would have sketched it."
"Then they'd have been impaled, one on each horn, and serve them right for tempting Providence. Look at the dust the creature's raising in the road!"
All the party were in consternation. Miss Aubrey, who felt the responsibility of her charge, and moreover had a natural fear of bulls, for once almost lost her presence of mind.
"What are we to do? It would be madness to try and ride past it. I suppose we shall have to turn back home," she fluttered.
"Can't we call for help? Halloo!" shouted some of the girls.
"There's nobody about."
"I see a hat in that field!"
"It's only a scarecrow!"
Then Githa, who had been standing silently by her bicycle, suddenly assumed direction of the situation.
"Stop shouting! You'll excite the bull!" she commanded. "Now let us stack our machines in the ditch, and climb over this fence into the field. Come along, quick! This way!"