He looked over his shoulder. Everything was only too clear. A huge tawny creature， its body low to the ground， like a cat streaking across the lawn to a tree when a strange dog has got into the garden， was behind them. And it was nearer every second and half second.
He looked forward again and saw something which he did not take in， or even think about. Their way was barred by a smooth green wall about ten feet high. In the middle of that wall there was a gate， open. In the middle of the gateway stood a tall man dressed， down to his bare feet， in a robe coloured like autumn leaves， leaning on a straight staff. His beard fell almost to his knees.
Shasta saw all this in a glance and looked back again. The lion had almost got Hwin now. It was making snaps at her hind legs， and there was no hope now in her foam.flecked， wide.eyed face.
“Stop，” bellowed Shasta in Bree’s ear. “Must go back. Must help！”
Bree always said afterwards that he never heard， or never understood this； and as he was in general a very truthful horse we must accept his word.
