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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 Pohre" burst from every bo- 

 som. I felt actually hfted 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 v/alked 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 



