A loud gasp went up from the crowds.
Some youths ran up to me.
"Señora, Señora," they cried, "you mustn't stay here. It is dangerous!"
"Why?" asked I.
"But don't you understand? The bull! He might get you."
"But," I answered, "he might get you too."
"Oh, but we can run."
"Well, I can run also."
At this moment theory turned hurriedly into practice. The bull came charging down upon us. Jan and I with a number of youths made a run for the wall, clambered on to it, and clung there, hanging on its rickety pailings, while the bull smelt our toes.