invited to go to bed on a pavement in front of a shop they
wouldn't have cared for the idea at all. It is funny how some
people are.



THE SEVENTH CHAPTER

THE DOCTOR'S WAGER

NEXT morning we were awakened by a great racket. There was a
procession coming down the street, a number of men in very gay
clothes followed by a large crowd of admiring ladies and cheering
children. I asked the Doctor who they were.

"They are the bullfighters," he said. "There is to be a
bullfight to-morrow."

"What is a bullfight?" I asked.

To my great surprise the Doctor got red in the face with anger.
It reminded me of the time when he had spoken of the lions and
tigers in his private zoo.

"A bullfight is a stupid, cruel, disgusting business," said he.
"These Spanish people are most lovable and hospitable folk. How
they can enjoy these wretched bullfights is a thing I could never
understand."

Then the Doctor went on to explain to me how a bull was first