Juancho cast one look at Militona—one ineffable look of love and suffering. Then he remained motionless before the bull. The beast lowered its head. One of its horns entered the breast of the man, and came out red to the very root. A shriek of horror from a thousand voices rent the sky.
Militona fell back upon her chair in a deathlike swoon.
FOOTNOTES:
[11] Sombra por la tarde,—"shade for the afternoon." The tickets for the bull-fight vary in value according as they are for the sunny or shady side of the arena.
[12] Places of bad fame in the respective towns, frequented by thieves and suspicious characters.
[13] "Half-past eleven, and a fine night."
[14] The stable where the bulls are kept.