Bleeding profusely, it falls back again, crushing its rider, who, with his feet entangled in the stirrups, was unable to liberate himself.
The baited bull stood on the plain roaring terribly, and tearing up the ground with his hoofs, while the blood from his cut-out eye trickled down his black breast.

He did not pursue the fugitives, but, turning back, and seeing the overthrown horse and rider still wallowing on the ground, he began taking short runs at them, like goats often do, throwing up the earth here and there with his horns.

God be merciful to the poor youth beneath him! At length Martin succeeded in extricating himself from his steed.

No sooner did the bull perceive that his enemy was on his feet again, than, in a fresh access of rage, he rushed straight at him.

A shriek of horror filled the air; many hid their faces.