Then the now utterly infuriated bull saw Señorita Zuera, who was calmly sitting in the saddle, awaiting the assault.
With lowered head and smoking nostrils, the blood-dripping animal charged straight for the girl, and another wild and terrible shout went up from the throats of the spectators.
CHAPTER XIX.
TO THE RESCUE.
Frank felt himself turn cold from head to feet. Up to this moment nothing of flesh and blood had seemed able to withstand the fury of the bull’s charge.
The girl did not quail. With her lance in position, she calmly awaited the onset.
Frank’s hands shook as he held the glasses to his eyes. And then, in astonishment and admiration, he gasped:
“She has not paled! She smiles!”
He knew that the lance in the girl’s hand could not greatly harm the bull. It had a sharp point, but it was so made that it could not penetrate very deeply. And yet she was to defend herself with such an instrument!
The horse did not swerve, and the girl succeeded in planting the point of her lance properly. Even though she was successful in this, Frank looked to see her hurled from the saddle.