The bull was now angry and excited. The capadors had great game
with him. He was very quick, and sometimes he turned with such
sharpness that his hind legs lost their footing and he plowed
the sand with his quarter. But he charged always the flung
capes and committed no harm.

"He has no chance," said John Harned. "He is fighting wind."

"He thinks the cape is his enemy," explained Maria Valenzuela.
"See how cleverly the capador deceives him."

"It is his nature to be deceived," said John Harned. "Wherefore
he is doomed to fight wind. The toreadors know it, you know it,
I know it--we all know from the first that he will fight wind.
He only does not know it. It is his stupid beast-nature. He has
no chance."

"It is very simple," said Luis Cervallos. "The bull shuts his
eyes when he charges. Therefore--"

"The man steps, out of the way and the bull rushes by," Harned
interrupted.

"Yes," said Luis Cervallos; "that is it. The bull shuts his
eyes, and the man knows it."

"But cows do not shut their eyes," said John Harned. "I know a
cow at home that is a Jersey and gives milk, that would whip
the whole gang of them."