They tried to get over it, and we potted them from forty yards.

They tried to hold him up against the wall but he sat down in a puddle of water.

She worked out from under him and sat up and straightened her skirt and coat and tried to do something with her hair.

He tried five times and the crowd was quiet because it was a good bull and it looked like him or the bull and then he finally made it.

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.