The red remains at his side with his wing caught, then slowly doubles up his legs and gently closes his eyes.
Then the referee, in accordance with the rule prescribed by the government, declares the red the winner.

A savage yell greets the decision, a yell that is heard over the whole town, even and prolonged.

He who hears this from afar then knows that the winner is the one against which the odds were placed, or the joy would not be so lasting.

The same happens with the nations: when a small one gains a victory over a large one, it is sung and recounted from age to age.
"You see now!" said Bruno dejectedly to his brother, "if you had listened to me we should now have a hundred pesos.

You're the cause of our being penniless." Tarsilo did not answer, but gazed about him as if looking for some one.
"There he is, talking to Pedro," added Bruno.