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A Hungarian Nabob

CHAPTER III
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Another cut reached its neck, chipping away the skin with a sharp crackle.

The bull only grunted, but did not stand up, and buried its head among the reeds to avoid being lassoed by the halter-line which the horseman held handy.
But now it was the huntsman's turn to grow angry, and he kept on flicking away at the obstinate animal without being able to move it from the spot, and presently a whole mob of horsemen began to assemble around him, profoundly irritated by the cowardice of the bull, and tried to arouse it by making as great a din and racket as possible.
Suddenly a flick from the whip chanced to hit the bull in the eye.

Quick as lightning the beast leaped to its feet, shook its head, and frantic with rage, rushed upon the horseman, and before he had had time to escape, struck him sideways, and with frightful force hurled him to the ground, horse and all, and began trampling them both in the dust.
The other horsemen scattered in terror.

The overthrown charger made frantic efforts to regain its feet; in vain! The savage beast transfixed its loins with his horn.

Never again will the noble animal run races in the fields.


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