The absurdity of the wish decided her. She also would go. The idea of seeing La Rinconada interested her.
"Curse them! Why are they whistling? Have they by any chance been to the corrida?... Has it cost them any money?"...
Gallardo took advantage of this expression of sympathy to get out of the difficulty. Approaching the bull sideways he gave him a treacherous and crossways stroke. The animal fell like a beast at the shambles, a torrent of blood rushing from his mouth. Some [Pg 275]applauded, others whistled, but the great mass remained gloomily silent.
In consequence of their early comradeship he always retained the privilege of addressing his master as "tu." He could not speak otherwise to the "maestro," but the "tu" was accompanied by a grave face, and an expression of genuine respect. His familiarity was something akin to that of their squires towards the knights errant of olden days!
"Doctor! doctor!" moaned the banderillero, imploring to know the truth.