“Let him be; he’s down now. Shame, shame!”

But the jubilee was irrepressible, they had been too cruelly pressed, these others; they had felt the weight of the Bull’s hoof, the rip of his horn. Now they had beaten him, had pulled him down.

“Yah-h-h, whoop, yi, yi, yi. Busted, busted, busted. Hip, hip, hip, and a tiger!”

“Come away, sir. For God’s sake, Mr. Jadwin, come away.”

Landry was pleading with Jadwin, clutching his arm in both his hands, his lips to his chief’s ear to make himself heard above the yelping of the mob.

Jadwin was silent now. He seemed no longer to see or hear; heavily, painfully he leaned upon the young man’s shoulder.

“Come away, sir⁠—for God’s sake!”