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Updated: June 16, 2025
The bull charged past Ferrero, then, wheeling quickly, made again for Torellas, and his head was lowered to gore again.
Our matador, the nation's hero, give up pir-r-h if I were Torellas No matter, I tell him to come to the house as before. Luis favors him. I favor him. Old Tina favors him, and, I think I think Valera herself but she is too proud to say. She, also, considers it beseeched him to give up bull-fighting! That was the señora's influence. If he were an ordinary matador but the great Torellas!
"They marched once around the ring, and then Torellas, who was leading them, halted in front of the Mayor's box and asked permission to kill the bull, and the Mayor, of course, said yes.
The bull was lowering his head to gore him again, but Ferrero had leaped from his place of refuge. Cogan was with him. Ferrero picked up the cape and flouted it in the bull's eyes. The bull lifted his head from Torellas, looked at the cape, and charged. And as he did, Cogan snatched up the matador's sword and waited.
The bull passed on and wheeled. Torellas took half a dozen dancing steps. The bull followed. Torellas waved his arm, the bull charged. Torellas leaped easily to one side. The bull passed on. More light play, a charge, another charge, yet another, all beautiful athletic play, and Torellas had worked his way across the ring to near the place of refuge where Cogan and Ferrero were.
Already the President of the Republic was standing up in his box with the cloak and hat of the master, to hand them back to him with words of appreciation, and to him and the crowd Torellas was bowing. "Cogan, with eyes only for Torellas and the Rocas, did not see the beginning of what happened next. He first heard a cry, then a loud voice or two, then a hundred, a thousand voices. He turned.
"'Señor, if you will tell me who is Torellas? asked Cogan in English. "'Torellas' Ferrero pointed toward the door 'he departed only one moment ago. "'Señor, I saw, and thank you. But who is he? "'Torellas? Who ees Torellas? Not only Ferrero, but every bull-fighter in the place took a peek at Cogan. Ferrero looked around the room to make sure the others had heard.
And all dressed up he was a great swell. As he passed out those in his way skipped to one side, while those in the corners ran forward to catch his eye and smile at him. 'Torellas, Torellas, Cogan heard again and again in the most admiring and affectionate tones. "After he had gone out the door, Cogan asked one of the bull-fighters who he was.
Cogan, to be sure, had a sympathy for Torellas, had liked him from the first. Torellas he was one who adventured to give the spirit play as now; and Cogan would have liked just then to be in the shoes of Torellas. "The bull was at last properly worked up. Torellas took his final stand.
And as he did so, around the ring the less famous bull-fighters were picking out friends or great people and to them tossing their hats, by way of doing them honor. Cogan tossed his up among the American blue-jackets, and they, not knowing he wasn't a Peruvian, didn't know what to make of it, but they scuffled for it just the same. "Torellas was in white tights with black slippers.
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