I never saw a bull angrier-looking.

He lowered his head to charge.
"But he never charged.
"Hedulio was walking toward him and the bull just stood and pawed and bellowed till Hedulio caught hold of the ring in his nose and led him off to his pen.
"Chryseros, who had dodged through the little door into the barn and had slammed it after him, had peered out of it just before Hedulio reached the bull and had stood, mouth open, hands hanging, letting the door swing wide open.
"Hedulio led the bull into the pen, patted him on the neck and then turned his back on him and sauntered out of the pen, shutting the gate without hurry.
"Chryseros ran to him, stumbling as he ran, fell on his knees, caught Hedulio's hand, and poured out a torrent of thanks." "Did all that really happen ?" Tanno queried.
"Precisely as I have told it." Agathemer affirmed.
"Well," said Tanno, "I know why Caius did not want to tell it.

He knew I'd think it an impudent lie." "Don't you believe it ?" Agathemer asked, respectfully.
"Well," Tanno drawled, "I've been watching the faces of the audience.
Nobody has laughed or smiled or sneered.

I'm an expert on curios and antiques and other specialties, but I am no wiser on bulls than any other city man.

So I suppose I ought to believe it.