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head A cold shudder ran through the spectators. 

 The man was a favourite ; he had friends and rel- 

 atives present, and everybody knew his name. A 

 deep murmur of " El Pobre" burst from every bo- 

 som. I felt actually lifted from my seat, and the 

 president of the Life and Trust would not have 

 given a policy upon him for any premium. The 

 picadores looked on aghast ; the bull was roaming 

 loose in the ring, perhaps the only indifferent spec- 

 tator. My own feelings were roused against his 

 companions, who, after what seemed an age of the 

 rack, keeping a special good lookout upon the bull, 

 at length started in pursuit with lazos, caught the 

 horse around the neck, and brought him up head- 

 long. The picadores extricated their fallen com- 

 panion, and carried him out. His face was so be- 

 grimed with dirt that not a feature was visible; 

 but, as he was borne across the ring, he opened his 

 eyes, and they seemed starting from his head with 

 terror. 



He was hardly out of the ring when a hoarse cry 

 ran through the spectators, " a pie ! a pie /" " on 

 foot ! on foot !" The picadores dismounted and at- 

 tacked the bull fiercely on foot, flourishing their 

 ponchas. Almost at the first thrust he rushed upon 

 one of his adversaries, tumbled him down, passed 

 over his body, and walked on without even turning 

 round to look at him. He too was picked up and 

 carried off. 



The attack was renewed, and the bull became 



