"This is the end," I said to Suzee; "let us go now."
"Oh, but Treevor, that man said he had five more bulls, look, nobody is going yet," she returned, having evidently followed in her own sharp way the sense of the Spanish speech of the administrador.
"Do you want to see any more?" I asked. "I think it is dull and tedious, as well as horrible."
"The killing is not nice," she said, in deference to my opinions, I suppose; "but the music and the people are fun, I think. Do let us stay for one more fight. You won't want to bring me again."
"No, I certainly shan't," I answered.
"Then do let me stay now, Treevor, just one more time."
I shrugged my shoulders and sat back in my seat, and after a second the little door opposite opened and another bull, this time apparently mad with pain, dashed into the ring.
The people applauded him and the shouts and clappings increased his excitement.
He bounded at full gallop across the sandy space and charged the hoarding that hemmed him in.
The audience were delighted, but the toreadors entered the ring and stood together at one side, looking anxious, and some of the attendants came up and received orders from them.