d and young, began to assail the luckless, or rather,
prudent _picador_, with a violent storm of abuse.

During the whole of this noisy altercation, our erudite neighbor, the
_aficionado_, had been very scientifically descanting on the various
points of the combat, to our no small annoyance; for he could not rest a
moment in his seat, and was continually intercepting our view. The
_picador_, provoked by the bitter sarcasms lavished upon him by the more
vulgar part of the spectators, now advanced with an air of determination a
little farther into the arena; but the sagacious bull kept retreating as
his enemy advanced, in order to render escape more difficult, and his
vengeance certain. At length he rushed on the cavalier with such fury and
overwhelming force, that both _picador_ and horse rolled on the ground:
unluckily, the man not being very dexterous, could seek no protection from
the horse, but lay exposed to the fury of his powerful antagonist.

Cries of horror and alarm for the safety of the unfortunate _picador_ were
now heard on every side, and strange to say, those very persons, who had
but just driven him to encounter the danger, were now the most clamorous
in shouting for protection for him. The _chulos_ lost no time in applying
their art to extricate their companion, by harassing the animal on all
sides, who was thus compelled to abandon his prey in order to meet his new
tormentors. Thus the fallen cavalier was rescued from his jeopardy, whilst
his poor horse, dreadfully gored, ran wildly about the arena. The bull, as
if satisfied with these feats, now stood tranquilly looking on the
spectators, who filled the air with _vivas_ in praise of his prowess.

The trumpet again sounded the signal for the second part of the combat,
and forthwith the _chulos_ advanced nimbly with their _banderillas_, each
striving to fix his weapon in the neck of the animal, as in their
hazardous course he passed under their extended arms. The smart of the
_banderillas_ tended to goad the bull to greater fury, and tormented on
every side he bellowed out in agony, and bounded from place to place,
turning first to one, and then to another of his aggressors.

Thus, after he had vented his rage, foaming at the mouth and flashing fire
from his eyes, the moment arrived when it was deemed expedient to put an
end to his protracted sufferings, and at a given signal the _chulos_
retired and made place for the _prima-espada_.

This was Candid