Zuera gave a little exclamation of astonishment and alarm, and a hoarse murmur rang over the throng of spectators.
Frank knew very well that he was in the heart of a country inclined to be hostile to the United States and friendly toward England, but the boy would have scorned to save himself from any peril by denying his nationality and proclaiming himself something that he was not.
There was another excited discussion within the alcalde’s box, and then the magistrate demanded:
“Do you know you have committed a grave offense by entering the bull ring without permission during a fight, Señor Merriwell?”
“I was not aware of it, señor,” answered the lad, calmly. “But had I known it was an offense punishable by imprisonment or death, I could not have hesitated when I saw a lady in danger.”
This answer produced a sensation. There were those among the spectators who started to cheer, while others hissed. Great excitement ensued. Somebody shouted:
“Brave American!”
Then there was a commotion, and general riot seemed about to break out. Two men were seen fighting; others joined in the battle. Thousands of spectators shouted and screamed.
Frank remained perfectly calm. Indeed, his calmness was astonishing to himself.
The alcalde turned to the others in the box. He was assailed on all sides by excited gentlemen. Plainly some were greatly angered, while others were defending the young American.