But the man of the prize-fight--he is the brute, the human beast, the savage primitive, the maniac that receives many blows in his stupid face and rejoices.Come to Quito and I will show you the brave sport of men, the toreador and the bull."But John Harned did not go to Quito for the bull-fight.He went because of Maria Valenzuela.He was a large man, more broad of shoulder than we Ecuadorianos, more tall, more heavy of limb and bone.True, he was larger of his own race.His eyes were blue, though I have seen them gray, and, sometimes, like cold steel.His features were large, too--not delicate like ours, and his jaw was very strong to look at.Also, his face was smooth-shaven like a priest's.Why should a man feel shame for the hair on his face? Did not God put it there? Yes, I believe in God--I am not a pagan like many of you English.God is good.
He made me an Ecuadoriano with ten thousand slaves.And when Idie I shall go to God.Yes, the priests are right.
But John Harned.He was a quiet man.He talked always in a low voice, and he never moved his hands when he talked.One would have thought his heart was a piece of ice; yet did he have a streak of warm in his blood, for he followed Maria Valenzuela to Quito.Also, and for all that he talked low without moving his hands, he was an animal, as you shall see--the beast primitive, the stupid, ferocious savage of the long ago that dressed in wild skins and lived in the caves along with the bears and wolves.
Luis Cervallos is my friend, the best of Ecuadorianos.He owns three cacao plantations at Naranjito and Chobo.At Milagro is his big sugar plantation.He has large haciendas at Ambato and Latacunga, and down the coast is he interested in oil-wells.
Also has he spent much money in planting rubber along the Guayas.He is modern, like the Yankee; and, like the Yankee, full of business.He has much money, but it is in many ventures, and ever he needs more money for new ventures and for the old ones.He has been everywhere and seen everything.When he was a very young man he was in the Yankee military academy what you call West Point.There was trouble.He was made to resign.He does not like Americans.But he did like Maria Valenzuela, who was of his own country.Also, he needed her money for his ventures and for his gold mine in Eastern Ecuador where the painted Indians live.I was his friend.It was my desire that he should marry Maria Valenzuela.Further, much of my money had I invested in his ventures, more so in his gold mine which was very rich but which first required the expense of much money before it would yield forth its riches.If Luis Cervallos married Maria Valenzuela I should have more money very immediately.
But John Harned followed Maria Valenzuela to Quito, and it was quickly clear to us--to Luis Cervallos and me that she looked upon John Harned with great kindness.It is said that a woman will have her will, but this is a case not in point, for Maria Valenzuela did not have her will--at least not with John Harned.Perhaps it would all have happened as it did, even if Luis Cervallos and I had not sat in the box that day at the bull-ring in Quito.But this I know: we DID sit in the box that day.And I shall tell you what happened.
The four of us were in the one box, guests of Luis Cervallos.Iwas next to the Presidente's box.On the other side was the box of General Jose Eliceo Salazar.With him were Joaquiin Endara and Urcisino Castillo, both generals, and Colonel Jacinto Fierro and Captain Baltazar de Echeverria.Only Luis Cervallos had the position and the influence to get that box next to the Presidente.I know for a fact that the Presidente himself expressed the desire to the management that Luis Cervallos should have that box.
The band finished playing the national hymn of Ecuador.The procession of the toreadors was over.The Presidente nodded to begin.The bugles blew, and the bull dashed in--you know the way, excited, bewildered, the darts in its shoulder burning like fire, itself seeking madly whatever enemy to destroy.The toreadors hid behind their shelters and waited.Suddenly they appeared forth, the capadores, five of them, from every side, their colored capes flinging wide.The bull paused at sight of such a generosity of enemies, unable in his own mind to know which to attack.Then advanced one of the capadors alone to meet the bull.The bull was very angry.With its fore-legs it pawed the sand of the arena till the dust rose all about it.
Then it charged, with lowered head, straight for the lone capador.
It is always of interest, the first charge of the first bull.
After a time it is natural that one should grow tired, trifle, that the keenness should lose its edge.But that first charge of the first bull! John Harned was seeing it for the first time, and he could not escape the excitement--the sight of the man, armed only with a piece of cloth, and of the bull rushing upon him across the sand with sharp horns, widespreading.
"See!" cried Maria Valenzuela."Is it not superb?"John Harned nodded, but did not look at her.His eyes were sparkling, and they were only for the bull-ring.The capador stepped to the side, with a twirl of the cape eluding the bull and spreading the cape on his own shoulders.
"What do you think?" asked Maria Venzuela."Is it not a--what-you-call--sporting proposition--no?""It is certainly," said John Harned."It is very clever."She clapped her hands with delight.They were little hands.The audience applauded.The bull turned and came back.Again the capadore eluded him, throwing the cape on his shoulders, and again the audience applauded.Three times did this happen.The capadore was very excellent.Then he retired, and the other capadore played with the bull.After that they placed the banderillos in the bull, in the shoulders, on each side of the back-bone, two at a time.Then stepped forward Ordonez, the chief matador, with the long sword and the scarlet cape.The bugles blew for the death.He is not so good as Matestini.
