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He was very quick, and sometimes he turned with such sharpness that his hind legs lost their footing and he plowed the sand with his quarter. But he charged always the flung capes and committed no harm. "He has no chance," said John Harned. "He is fighting wind." "He thinks the cape is his enemy," explained Maria Valenzuela. "See how cleverly the capador deceives him."
Major Jones was paying his compliments in a very brusque, business-like, but kindly way. Before him, standing at attention, Lieutenant Mackinson and Corporals Joe Harned, Jerry Macklin and Slim Goodwin were awaiting important orders. "The manner in which all of you have performed your duties in the past has won you the esteem and confidence of your commanding officers," Major Jones said.
He stood and yelled, perhaps for the time of ten seconds, when the bull was enticed into charging the other capadors and the man arose unhurt. "The bull has no chance," John Harned said with sadness as he sat down. "The man was uninjured. They fooled the bull away from him." Then he turned to Maria Valenzuela and said: "I beg your pardon. I was excited."
And John Harned said, in a quiet voice, as though he talked to himself: "I will give one thousand sucres to the lazar-house of Quito if a bull kills a man this day." "You like bulls?" said Maria Valenzuela with a smile. "I like such men less," said John Harned. "A toreador is not a brave man. He surely cannot be a brave man. See, the bull's tongue is already out.
John Harned was now on his feet. His eyes were no longer cold like steel. They were blue flames. He looked at Maria Valenzuela, and she looked at him, and in his face was a great loathing. The moment of his madness was upon him. Everybody was looking, now that the horse was dead; and John Harned was a large man and easy to be seen.
For is it not known to all of us that for twenty-four hours the bull is given no water, and that immediately before the fight he is permitted to drink his fill?" "And he comes into the ring heavy with water?" said John Harned quickly; and I saw that his eyes were very gray and very sharp and very cold. "It is necessary for the sport," said Luis Cervallos.
There are revolutions in Ecuador. We call them elections. It is a good joke is it not? what you call a pun? John Harned was an American. I met him first at the Tivoli hotel in Panama. He had much money this I have heard. He was going to Lima, but he met Maria Valenzuela in the Tivoli hotel. Maria Valenzuela is my cousin, and she is beautiful. It is true, she is the most beautiful woman in Ecuador.
The soldiers guarding the Presidente's box leaped across, but from one of them he took a rifle and beat them on their heads with it. From the other box Colonel Jacinto Fierro was shooting at him with a revolver. The first shot killed a soldier. This I know for a fact. I saw it. But the second shot struck John Harned in the side.
Why not exercise the imagination upon some original creation, instead of straining it around a type that lurks in the libraries? The authors of "The Lady Shore" might have used their labors more advantageously. It is always a futile task to rewrite history. History is cold, and unbudgingly accurate. Why trifle with it? Miss Virginia Harned, however, escaped from her play.
"It is not usual to have horses in the bull-ring at Quito," said Luis Cervallos, looking up from the program. "In Spain they always have them. But to-day, by special permission we shall have them. When the next bull comes on there will be horses and picadors-you know, the men who carry lances and ride the horses." "The bull is doomed from the first," said John Harned.
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