For there is always the chance that a horse may be gored to death--even that a man may die horribly.

Such things have been and may be again; so the tardy ones climbed and scurried and attained breathlessness and a final resting-place together.
Came a season of frenzied yelling, breathless moments of suspense, and stamping that threatened disaster to the seats.

Two bulls in succession had been let into the corral, bellowed under the shower of be-ribboned barbs and went down, fighting valiantly to the last.
Blood-lusting, the great crowd screamed importunities for more.

"Bring out the bear!" was their demand.

"Let us see that she-bear fight the big bull which has been reserved for the combat!" Now, this was ticklish work for the Picardo vaqueros who were stage-managing the sport.