"Going—we returned by the path through the Overton property."
"Why do you smile?" he asked.
"At something that happened—not with him, you foolish boy, not with him—with the Overton bull."
"The what?" Pendleton exclaimed.
"The Overton bull—he assisted me over the fence."
"You don't mean it?" he cried.
"If you had seen me going over you would think that I meant it!" she laughed. "However, I'm quite satisfied that you didn't—there was altogether too generous a display of silk hosiery and lace."
"You prefer that Porshinger should see.—What was the bounder doing?—why didn't he protect you?" he demanded.
"He couldn't—he tried to protect me, but the bull avoided him and made for me."