He was close to the barrera now.

He cantered jerkily along the barrera.

“Knock on that,” he said, pointing to the barrera.

Manuel came up to the barrera for a drink of water.

Fuentes was standing with his back against the barrera.

One of them was splintered from banging against the barrera.

Retana’s man handed him the sword over the edge of the barrera.

Retana’s man leaned forward and knocked three times on the barrera.

Manuel standing at the barrera, noticed that he hooked always to the right.

Zurito leaned forward on the barrera, leaning the weight of his body on his arms.

Manuel walked across the sand toward the barrera, while Zurito rode out of the ring.

The gypsy came running along the barrera toward Manuel, taking the applause of the crowd.

The gyp sprinted and vaulted the red fence of the barrera as the bull struck it with his horns.

The bull crashed into the barrera where the flopping capes had attracted his eye as he lost the man.

Zurito, leaning on the barrera, spoke rapidly to the gypsy, who trotted out toward Manuel with a cape.

The bullfighters went over to the barrera and changed their heavy mantles for the light fighting capes.

Lousy pics! He looked across the sand at Zurito a little way out from the barrera, his horse rigid, waiting.

Manuel, leaning against the barrera, watching the bull, waved his hand and the gypsy ran out, trailing his cape.

Retana’s man tucked a baton inside the red cloth of a muleta, folded the cloth over it, and handed it over the barrera to Manuel.

Manuel got up, found the sword and muleta, tried the point of the sword with his thumb, and then ran toward the barrera for a new sword.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Zurito sitting the white horse close to the barrera, about a quarter of the way around the ring to the left.

Finally the bull charged, the horse leaders ran for the barrera, the picador hit too far back, and the bull got under the horse, lifted him, threw him onto his back.

The crowd came over the barrera and around the torero and two men grabbed him and held him and someone cut off his pigtail and was waving it and a kid grabbed it and ran away with it.

The members of the cuadrilla, who had been watching the burlesque from the runway between the barrera and the seats, came walking back and stood in a group talking, under the electric light in the patio.