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¨Heˇs all bone；〃 the boy said encouragingly。
Manuel nodded； wiping his face。 He put the bloody handkerchief in his pocket。
There was the bull。 He was close to the barrera now。 Damn him。 Maybe he was all bone。 Maybe there was not any place for the sword to go in。 The hell there wasnˇt！ Heˇd show them。
He tried a pass with the muleta and the bull did not move。 Manuel chopped the muleta back and forth in front of the bull。 Nothing doing。
He furled the muleta； drew the sword out； profiled and drove in on the bull。 He felt the sword buckle as he shoved it in； leaning his weight on it； and then it shot in the air； end…over…ending into the crowd。 Manuel had jerked clear as the sword jumped。
The first cushions thrown down out of the dark missed him。 Then one hit him in the face； his bloody face looking towards the crowd。 They were coming down fast。 Spotting the sand。 Somebody threw an empty champagne bottle from close range。 It hit Manuel on the foot。 He stood there watching the dark； where the things were coming from。 Then something whished through the air and struck by him。 Manuel leaned over and picked it up。 It was his sword。 He straightened it over his knee and gestured with it to the crowd。
¨Thank you；〃 he said。 ¨Thank you。〃
Oh； the dirty bastards！ Dirty bastards！ Oh； the lousy； dirty bastards！ He kicked into a cushion as he ran。
There was the bull。 The same as ever。 All right； you dirty； lousy bastard！
Manuel passed the muleta in front of the bullˇs black muzzle。
Nothing doing。
You wonˇt。 All right。 He stepped close and jammed the sharp peak of the muleta into the bullˇs damp muzzle。
The bull was on him as he jumped back and as he tripped on a cushion he felt the horn go into him； into his side。 He grabbed the horn with his two hands and rode backward； holding tight on to the place。 The bull tossed him and he was clear。 He lay still。 It was all right。 The bull was gone。
He got up coughing and feeling broken and gone。 The dirty bastards！
¨Give me the sword；〃 he shouted。 ¨Give me the stuff。〃
Fuentes came up with the muleta and the sword。
Hernandez put his arm around him。
¨Go on to the infirmary； man；〃 he said。 ¨Donˇt be a damn fool。〃
¨Get away from me；〃 Manuel said。 ¨Get to hell away from me。〃
He twisted free。 Hernandez shrugged his shoulders。 Manuel ran toward the bull。
There was the bull standing； heavy； firmly planted。
All right； you bastard！ Manuel drew the sword out of the muleta； sighted with the same movement； and flung himself onto the bull。 He felt the sword go in all the way。 Right up to the guard。 Four fingers and his thumb into the bull。 The blood was hot on his knuckles； and he was on top of the bull。
The bull lurched with him as he lay on； and seemed to sink； then he was standing clear。 He looked at the bull going down slowly over on his side； then suddenly four feet in the air。
Then he gestured at the crowd； his hand warm from the bull blood。
All right； you bastards！ He wanted to say something； but he started to cough。 It was hot and choking。 He looked down for the muleta。 He must go over and salute the president。 President hell！ He was sitting down looking at something。 It was the bull。 His four feet up。 Thick tongue out。 Things crawling around on his belly and under his legs。 Crawling where the hair was thin。 Dead bull。 To hell with the bull！ To hell with them all！ He started to get to his feet and commenced to cough。 He sat down again； coughing。 Somebody came and pushed him up。
They carried him across the ring to the infirmary； running with him across the sand； standing blocked at the gate as the mules came in； then around under the dark passageway； men grunting as they took him up the stairway； and then laid him down。
The doctor and two men in white were waiting for him。 They laid him out on the table。 They were cutting away his shirt。 Manuel felt tired。 His whole chest felt scalding inside。 He started to cough and they held something to his mouth。 Everybody was very busy。
There was an electric light in his eyes。 He shut his eyes。
He heard someone coming very heavily up the stairs。 Then he did not hear it。 Then he heard a noise far off。 That was the crowd。 Well； somebody would have to kill his other bull。 They had cut away all his shirt。 The doctor smiled at him。 There was Retana。
¨Hello； Retana！〃 Manuel said。 He could not hear his voice。
Retana smiled at him and said something。 Manuel could not hear it。
Zurito stood beside the table； bending over where the doctor was working。 He was in his picador clothes； without his hat。
Zurito said something to him。 Manuel could not hear it。 Zurito was speaking to Retana。 One of the men in white smiled and handed Retana a pair of scissors。 Retana gave them to Zurito。 Zurito said something to Manuel。 He could not hear it。
To hell with this operating table！ Heˇd been on plenty of operating tables before。 He was not going to die。 There would be a priest if he was going to die。
Zurito was saying something to him。 Holding up the scissors。
That was it。 They were going to cut off his coleta。 They were going to cut off his pigtail。
Manuel sat up on the operating table。 The doctor stepped back； angry。 Someone grabbed him and held him。
¨You couldnˇt do a thing like that； Manos；〃 he said。 He heard suddenly； clearly； Zuritoˇs voice。
¨Thatˇs all right；〃 Zurito said。 ¨I wonˇt do it。 I was joking。〃
¨I was going good；〃 Manuel said。 ¨I didnˇt have any luck。 That was all。〃
Manuel lay back。 They had put something over his face。 It was all familiar。 He inhaled deeply。 He felt very tired。 He was very； very tired。 They took the thing away from his face。
¨I was going good；〃 Manuel said weakly。 ¨I was going great。〃
Retana looked at Zurito and started for the door。
¨Iˇll stay here with him；〃 Zurito said。
Retana shrugged his shoulders。
Manuel opened his eyes and looked at Zurito。
¨Wasnˇt I going good； Manos？〃 he asked； for confirmation。
¨Sure；〃 said Zurito。 ¨You were going great。〃
The doctorˇs assistant put the cone over Manuelˇs face and he inhaled deeply。 Zurito stood awkwardly； watching。
IN ANOTHER COUNTRY
IN the fall the war was always there； but we did not go to it any more。 It was cold in the fall in Milan and the dark came very early。 Then the electric lights came on； and it was pleasant along the streets looking in the windows。 There was much game hanging outside the shops； and the snow powdered in the fur of the foxes and the wind blew their tails。 The deer hung stiff and heavy and empty； and small birds blew in the wind and the wind turned their feathers。 It was a cold fall and the wind came down from the mountains。
We were all at the hospital every afternoon； and there were different ways of walking across the town through the dusk to the hospital。 Two of the ways were alongside canals； but they were long。 Always； though； you crossed a bridge across a canal to enter the hospital。 There was a choice of three bridges。 On one of them a woman sold roasted chestnuts。 It was warm； standing in front of her charcoal fire； and the chestnuts were warm afterward in your pocket。 The hospital was very old and very beautiful； and you entered through a gate and walked across a courtyard and out of a gate on the other side。 There were usually funerals starting from the courtyard。 Beyond the old hospital were the new brick pavilions； and there we met every afternoon and were all very polite and interested in what was the matter； and sat in the machines that were to make so much difference。
The doctor came up to the machine where I was sitting and said： ¨What did you like best to do before the war？ Did you practice a sport？〃
I said： ¨Yes； football。〃
¨Good；〃 he said。 ¨You will be able to play football again better than ever。〃
My knee did not bend and the leg dropped straight from the knee to the ankle without a calf； and the machine was to bend the knee and make it move as in riding a tricycle。 But it did not bend yet； and instead the machine lurched when it came to the bending part。 The doctor said： ¨That will all pass。 You are a fortunate young man。 You will play football again like a champion。〃
In the next machine was a major who had a little hand like a babyˇs。 He winked at me when the doctor examined his hand； which was between two leather straps that bounced up and down and flapped the stiff fingers； and said： ¨And will I too play football； captain…doctor？〃 He had been a very great fencer and； before the war； the greatest fencer in Italy。
The doctor went to his office in the back room and brought a photograph which showed a hand that had been withered almost as small as the majorˇs； before it had taken a machine course； and after was a little larger。 The major held the photograph with his good hand and looked at it very carefully。 ¨A wound？〃 he asked。
¨An industrial accident；〃 the doctor said。
¨Very interesting； very interesting；〃 the major said； and handed it back to the doctor。
¨You have confidence？〃
¨No；〃 said the major。
There were three boys who came each day who were about the same ag