Ephraim Gallup arose and shouted:
“Yeou’re all right, Frank, and I’ll stand by ye till the caows come hum, b’gosh! I’m comin’ right down there.”
Professor Scotch caught hold of the excited Yankee boy and pulled him back into the seat, clinging to him in a frantic manner.
“I tell yeou I’m goin’ daown and back him up!” roared Ephraim, smiting one clinched hand into the open palm of the other. “He’s a jim-cuckoo, that’s what he is.”
“Do not leave me!” implored the professor. “I shall be murdered by these creatures! They have gone mad!”
“But I tell yeou I’m going to back him up. Come on, professor, we’ll both go daown.”
Frank, however, motioned for Ephraim to remain in his seat, and the professor succeeded in persuading the excited lad to do so.
The civil guards came in and subdued the riot among the spectators.
When she could be heard, Señorita Zuera addressed the alcalde.
“It is true that I should have been killed by the bull if this brave youth had not come to my rescue,” she declared. “I entreat pardon for him.”