Beyond the outer barrier were rows of stone seats, rising one above the other, every seat numbered. Beyond the seats were boxes and a gallery. The boxes were large enough to hold three families each.
“Come, professor,” said Frank; “we will circulate.”
“Circulate? What do you mean by that?”
“We will go around and look the place over.”
“Will they allow it?”
“I guess so; I see others are doing so. Come on.”
So they began to wander around. In a few moments they came through a passage to a yard where there were many horses gathered.
“Ah!” exclaimed Frank. “These are the poor creatures who are to be ripped and slaughtered by the enraged bull.”
“Is it possible!” exclaimed the professor, with uplifted hands. “And some of them are really good horses. It is beastly—murderous!”
“Don’t express your sentiments so openly,” cautioned Frank. “If you should be overheard by a Spaniard who understood English—well, he might be offended.”