Nick lay back with his father’s arm around him.

Inside on a wooden bunk lay a young Indian woman.

She lay in the lower bunk, very big under a quilt.

The second matador slipped, and the bull caught him through the belly and he hung onto the horn with one hand and held the other tight against the place, and the bull rammed him wham against the barrier and the horn came out, and he lay in the sand, and then got up like crazy drunk and tried to slug the men carrying him away and yelled for his sword, but he fainted.