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ng； horns straight forward； the bull looked at him； watching。
¨Huh！〃 Manuel said； ¨Toro！〃 and leaning back； swung the cape forward。 Here he comes。 He side…stepped； swung the cape in back of him； and pivoted； so the bull followed a swirl of cape and was then left with nothing； fixed by the pass； dominated by the cape。 Manuel swung the cape under his muzzle with one hand； to show the bull was fixed； and walked away。
There was no applause。
Manuel walked across the sand towards the barrera； while Zurito rode out of the ring。 The trumpet had blown to change the act to the planting of the banderillos while Manuel had been working with the bull。 He had not consciously noticed it。 The monos were spreading canvas over the two dead horses and sprinkling sawdust around them。
Manuel came up to the barrera for a drink of water。 Retanaˇs man handed him the heavy porous jug。
Fuentes； the tall gypsy； was standing holding a pair of banderillos； holding them together； slim； red sticks； fishhook points out。 He looked at Manuel。
¨Go on out there；〃 Manuel said。
The gypsy trotted out。 Manuel set down the jug and watched。 He wiped his face with his handkerchief。
The critic of El Heraldo reached for the bottle of warm champagne that stood between his feet； took a drink； and finished his paragraph。
¨the aged Manolo rated no applause for a vulgar series of lances with the cape and we entered the third of the palings。〃
Alone in the centre of the ring the bull stood； still fixed。 Fuentes； tall； flat…backed； walking towards him arrogantly； his arms spread out； the two slim； red sticks； one in each hand； held by the fingers； points straight forward。 Fuentes walked forward。 Back of him and to one side was a peon with a cape。 The bull looked at him and was no longer fixed。
His eyes watched Fuentes； now standing still。 Now he leaned back； calling to him。 Fuentes twitched the two banderillos and the light on the steel points caught the bullˇs eye。
His tail went up and he charged。
He came straight； his eyes on the man。 Fuentes stood still； leaning back； the banderillos pointing forward。 As the bull lowered his head to hook； Fuentes leaned backward； his arms came together and rose； his two hands touching； the banderillos two descending red lines； and leaning forward drove the points into the bullˇs shoulder； leaning far in over the bullˇs horns and pivoting on the two upright sticks； his legs tight together； his body curving to one side to let the bull pass。
¨Ol？！〃 from the crowd。
The bull was hooking wildly； jumping like a trout； all four feet off the ground。 The red shafts of the banderillos tossed as he jumped。
Manuel； standing at the barrera； noticed that he hooked always to the right。
¨Tell him to drop the next pair on the right；〃 he said to the kid who started to run out to Fuentes with the new banderillos。
A heavy hand fell on his shoulder。 it was Zurito。
¨How do you feel； kid？〃 he asked。
Manuel was watching the bull。
Zurito leaned forward on the barrera； leaning the weight of his body on his arms。 Manuel turned to him。
¨Youˇre going good；〃 Zurito said。
Manuel shook his head。 He had nothing to do now until the next third。 The gypsy was very good with the banderillos。 The bull would come to him in the next third in good shape。 He was a good bull。 It had all been easy up to now。 The final stuff with the sword was all he worried over。 He did not really worry。 He did not even think about it。 But standing there he had a heavy sense of apprehension。 He looked out at the bull； planning his faena； his work with the red cloth that was to reduce the bull； to make him manageable。
The gypsy was walking out towards the bull again； walking heel…and…toe； insultingly； like a ballroom dancer； the red shafts of the banderillos twitching with his walk。 The bull watched him； not fixed now； hunting him； but waiting to get close enough so he could be sure of getting him； getting the horns into him。
As Fuentes walked forward the bull charged。 Fuentes ran across the quarter of a circle as the bull charged and； as he passed running backwards； stopped； swung forward； rose on his toes； arms straight out； and sunk the banderillos straight down into the tight of the big shoulder muscles as the bull missed him。
The crowd were wild about it。
¨That kid wonˇt stay in this night stuff long；〃 Retanaˇs man said to Zurito。
¨Heˇs good；〃 Zurito said。
¨Watch him now。〃
They watched。
Fuentes was standing with his back against the barrera。 Two of the cuadrilla were back of him； with their capes ready to flop over the fence to distract the bull。
The bull； with his tongue out； his barrel heaving； was watching the gypsy。 He thought he had him now。 Back against the red planks。 Only a short charge away。 The bull watched him。
The gypsy bent back； drew back his arms； the banderillos pointing at the bull。 He called to the bull； stamped one foot。 The bull was suspicious。 He wanted the man。 No more barbs in the shoulder。
Fuentes walked a little closer to the bull。 Bent back。 Called again。 Somebody in the crowd shouted a warning。
¨Heˇs too damn close；〃 Zurito said。
¨Watch him；〃 Retanaˇs man said。
Leaning back； inciting the bull with the banderillos； Fuentes jumped； both feet off the ground。 As he jumped the bullˇs tail rose and he charged。 Fuentes came down on his toes； arms straight out； whole body arching forward； and drove the shafts straight down as he swung his body clear of the right horn。
The bull crashed into the barrera where the flopping capes had attracted his eye as he lost the man。
The gypsy came running along the barrera towards Manuel； taking the applause of the crowd。 His vest was ripped where he had not quite cleared the point of the horn。 He was happy about it； showing it to the spectators。 He made a tour of the ring。 Zurito saw him go by； smiling； pointing to his vest。 He smiled。
Somebody else was planting the last pair of banderillos。 Nobody was paying any attention。
Retanaˇs man tucked a baton inside the red cloth of a muleta； folded the cloth over it； and handed it over the barrera to Manuel。 He reached in the leather sword…case； took out a sword and； holding it by its leather scabbard； reached it over the fence to Manuel。 Manuel pulled the blade out by the red hilt and the scabbard fell limp。
He looked at Zurito。 The big man saw he was sweating。
¨Now you get him； kid；〃 Zurito said。
Manuel nodded。
¨Heˇs in good shape；〃 Zurito said。
¨Just like you want him；〃 Retanaˇs man assured him。
Manuel nodded。
The trumpeter； up under the roof； blew for the final act； and Manuel walked across the arena towards where； up in the dark boxes； the president must be。
In the front row seats the substitute bullfight critic of El Heraldo took a long drink of warm champagne。 He had decided it was not worthwhile to write a running story and would write up the corrida back in the office。 What the hell was it anyway？ Only a nocturnal。 If he missed anything he would get it out of the morning papers。 He took another drink of the champagne。 He had a date at Maximˇs at twelve。 Who