The deep silence of the great emotions suddenly fell over the crowd, as if the place had been empty. The lives of many thousands of people were condensed in the eyes. No one seemed to breathe.

Gallardo walked slowly toward the bull, carrying his crutch resting on the belly and waving like a flag on the other hand the sword with a pendulum motion that came their way.

Returning for a moment his head, saw that followed the National and other of his crew with his cloak on his arm to help.

Outside, everybody!

Their voice in the silence of the square, reaching to the pews, and a burst of admiration he said … “Outside, everybody had said was !…» everyone! … What a man!

He came all alone with the beast, and instantly became silent again. Calmly undid his crutch, spread, thus advancing a few steps, to stick near the nose of the bull, stunned and amazed by the audacity of man.

The public did not dare to speak or even breathe, but his eyes glowed with admiration. What boy! It was to the very horns! … Impatiently struck the sand with his foot, prompting for the fierce rush, and the huge mass of flesh with their sharp fenders, bellowing down on it. The crutch passed over the horns, and they touched the tassels and fringes matador’s costume, which remained firmly in place, no other movement to roll back the bust. A roar from the crowd responded to this pass as a crutch. Olé! …