hers looked
at their darts a second bull was let in. When an armed man tore the
cloth from his eyes, the bull turned and looked around as if to count
his opponents. But when they began to prick him, he withdrew to the
paling to secure the rear; then he lowered his head and followed the
movements of those attacking.

At first the armed men stole up guardedly from both sides to prick him.
But when the beast remained motionless, they gained courage, and began
to run across in front, nearer and nearer.

The bull inclined his head still more, but stood as if fixed to the
earth. The audience laughed; but their joyousness was turned to a cry
of fear suddenly. The bull chose the moment, rushed forward, struck
some man who held a dart, and with one motion of his horns hurled him
upward.

The man struck the earth with broken bones; the bull galloped to the
other side of the arena and stood in a defensive position.

The men with darts surrounded the bull again, and began to irritate the
animal; but now servants of the amphitheatre rushed to the arena to
carry off the wounded man, who was groaning. The bull, in spite of the
redoubled pricks of darts, stood motionless; but when three servants
had taken the wounded man in their arms, he rushed at that group with
the swiftness of a whirlwind, overturned it, and began to dig the
ground with his forefeet tremendously.

There was confusion in the audience: women screamed, men imprecated,
and hurled at the bull whatever each one found nearest. Sticks, knives,
even bench tops fell on the arena. Then a man with a sword rushed at
the raging bull. But the dart men lost their heads and left him
unsupported; hence the bull tossed him and pursued the others. A thing
unparalleled in amphitheatres took place then: five men were lying on
the arena; others, defending themselves badly, were fleeing before the
beast, while the audience was roaring from fear or from anger.

Next there was perfect silence; the spectators rose and bent forward
out of their places, the terrified Hiram grew pale and crossed his
hands. Down to the arena, from the boxes of dignitaries, sprang two
men, Prince Ramses, with a drawn sword, and Sargon, with a short-
handled axe.

The bull, with head down and tail in the air, was racing around the
arena, leaving clouds of dust behind him. The beast rushed straight
toward the prince, but, as if repulsed by the majesty of the youth,
avoided him, made directly at Sargon, and