Some go very well-dressed, surrounded and followed by the partisans of their champions; others who are dirty and bear the imprint of vice on their squalid features anxiously follow the movements of the rich to note the bets, since the purse may become empty but the passion never satiated.

No countenance here but is animated--not here is to be found the indolent, apathetic, silent Filipino--all is movement, passion, eagerness.

It may be, one would say, that they have that thirst which is quickened by the water of the swamp.
From this place one passes into the arena, which is known as the _Rueda_, the wheel.

The ground here, surrounded by bamboo-stakes, is usually higher than that in the two other divisions.

In the back part, reaching almost to the roof, are tiers of seats for the spectators, or gamblers, since these are the same.