Well, he calmly waited for his approach, and his long sword met him between the horns.

As lightly as a lady touches her cavalier, he seemed to touch Sandoval; but the brute fell like a stone at his feet.

What a storm of vivas! What clapping of hands and shouts of 'valiente!' And the ladies flung their flowers, and the men flung their hats into the arena, and Jarocho stepped proudly enough on them, I can tell you, though he was watching the door for the next bull." "Ah, Senor, why will men fight each other, when it is so much more grand and interesting to fight bulls ?" "Senorita Isabel, if you could only convince them of that! But then, it is not always interesting to the matadore; for instance, it is only by the mercy of God and the skill of an Americano that Jarocho is at this moment out of purgatory." The Senora raised herself from among the satin pillows of her sofa, and asked, excitedly; "Was there then some accident, Senor?
Is Jarocho wounded?
Poor Jarocho!" "Not a hair of his head is hurt, Senora.

I will tell you.

Saint Jago, who followed Sandoval, was a little devil.