At length, exhausted and terrified, the brute headed back straight up the lane where the main body of the youths were waiting for it.

Now it was among them, and, reckless of wounds or death, they swarmed about it like bees, seizing it by legs, nose, horns and tail, till with desperate efforts they dragged it to the ground and beat the life out of it with their sticks.

This done, they formed up before the king and saluted him.
"How many are killed ?" he asked.
"Eight in all," was the answer, "and fifteen gored." "A good bull," he said with a smile; "that of last year killed but five.
Well, the lads fought him bravely.

Let the dead be buried, the hurt tended, or, if their harms are hopeless, slain, and to the rest give a double ration of beer.

Ho, now, fall back, men, and make a space for the Bees and the Wasps to fight in." Some orders were given and a great ring was formed, leaving an arena clear that may have measured a hundred and fifty yards in diameter.