The bull bounded away right on, and now the horse remained behind, while the bull flew on in front.

By this time it had lost all count of where it was.
The horseman now drew forth his long whip, and began to cut and lash out from behind at the bull, which rushed on even quicker and quicker.

The trampling of the horse's hoofs, the cracking of the whip, the shouting of the people, confused it into utter stupidity.

It could only run on and on, the blood trickling from its nose and mouth, its whole front flaked with foam, its tongue lolling forth, till, on reaching the racecourse, which was covered with a roaring mob, its strong legs gave way beneath it, and, unable to hold itself up any longer, it collapsed in a ditch, and, rolling a good distance, rooted up the ground with its snout, then stretched itself out at full length on the sward, and ceased to breathe.
Shouting and huzzahing, the mob escorted the new Whitsun King along all the streets of the town, for he was in duty bound to stop before the houses of the chief magistrate and town councillors, and there drink their healths in a good bumper, which admirable custom goes to prove that the Whitsun King had need to be not merely a good runner, but a good drinker too; and this latter quality was all the more necessary, owing to the circumstance that, when he had done with the rest of them, he had, last of all, to go up to John Karpathy's castle in the company of all the sworn jurors, and drink again there.
Now, when the sworn jurors brought in the new Whitsun King to introduce him to Squire John, the great man ordered every one to leave the room incontinently, so that they two might be quite alone together.
Master Jock was sitting in an armchair, with his feet in a large tub of water, chewing a couple of bitter almonds.

All this was by way of preparation for the evening's debauch.
"What is your name, little brother ?" he inquired of the Whitsun King.
"Michael Kis, at your service, your honour." "Well, Mike, you are a fine young fellow.