THE GREAT BULLFIGHT
THE next day was a great day in Monteverde.All the streets were hung with flags; and everywhere gaily dressed crowds were to be seen flocking towards the bull-ring, as the big circus was called where the fights took place.
The news of the Doctor's challenge had gone round the town and, it seemed, had caused much amusement to the islanders.The very idea of a mere foreigner daring to match himself against the great Pepito de Malaga!--Serve him right if he got killed!
The Doctor had borrowed a bullfighter's suit from Don Enrique; and very gay and wonderful he looked in it, though Bumpo and I had hard work getting the waistcoat to close in front and even then the buttons kept bursting off it in all directions.
When we set out from the harbor to walk to the bull-ring, crowds of small boys ran after us making fun of the Doctor's fatness, calling out, "Juan Hagapoco, el grueso matador!" which is the Spanish for, "John Dolittle, the fat bullfighter." As soon as we arrived the Doctor said he would like to take a look at the bulls before the fight began; and we were at once led to the bull pen where, behind a high railing, six enormous black bulls were tramping around wildly.
In a few hurried words and signs the Doctor told the bulls what he was going to do and gave them careful instructions for their part of the show.The poor creatures were tremendously glad when they heard that there was a chance of bullfighting being stopped; and they promised to do exactly as they were told.
Of course the man who took us in there didn't understand what we were doing.He merely thought the fat Englishman was crazy when he saw the Doctor making signs and talking in ox tongue.
From there the Doctor went to the matadors' dressing-rooms whileBumpo and I with Polynesia made our way into the bull-ring and took our seats in the great open-air theatre.
It was a very gay sight.Thousands of ladies and gentlemen were there, all dressed in their smartest clothes; and everybody seemed very happy and cheerful.
Right at the beginning Don Enrique got up and explained to the people that the first item on the program was to be a match between the English Doctor and Pepito de Malaga.He told them what he had promised if the Doctor should win.But the people did not seem to think there was much chance of that.A roar of laughter went up at the very mention of such a thing.
When Pepito came into the ring everybody cheered, the ladies blew kisses and the men clapped and waved their hats.
Presently a large door on the other side of the ring was rolled back and in galloped one of the bulls; then the door was closed again.At once the matador became very much on the alert.He waved his red cloak and the bull rushed at him.Pepito stepped nimbly aside and the people cheered again.
This game was repeated several times.But I noticed that whenever Pepito got into a tight place and seemed to be in real danger from the bull, an assistant of his, who always hung around somewhere near, drew the bull's attention upon himself by waving another red cloak.Then the bull would chase the assistant and Pepito was left in safety.Most often, as soon as he had drawn the bull off, this assistant ran for the high fence and vaulted out of the ring to save himself.They evidently had it all arranged, these matadors; and it didn't seem to me that they were in any very great danger from the poor clumsy bull so long as they didn't slip and fall.
After about ten minutes of this kind of thing the small door into the matadors' dressing-room opened and the Doctor strolled into the ring.As soon as his fat figure, dressed In sky-blue velvet, appeared, the crowd rocked in their seats with laughter.
Juan Hagapoco, as they had called him, walked out into the centre of the ring and bowed ceremoniously to the ladies in the boxes.Then he bowed to the bull.Then he bowed to Pepito.While he was bowing toPepito's assistant the bull started to rush at him from behind.
"Look out! Look out!--The bull! You will be killed!" yelled the crowd.
But the Doctor calmly finished his bow.Then turning round he folded his arms, fixed the on-rushing bull with his eye and frowned a terrible frown.
Presently a curious thing happened: the bull's speed got slower and slower.It almost looked as though he were afraid of that frown.Soon he stopped altogether.The Doctor shook his finger at him.He began to tremble.At last, tucking his tail between his legs, the bull turned round and ran away.
The crowd gasped.The Doctor ran after him.Round and round the ring they went, both of them puffing and blowing like grampuses.Excited whispers began to break out among the people.This was something new in bullfighting, to have the bull running away from the man, instead of the man away from the bull.At last in the tenth lap, with a final burst of speed, Juan Hagapoco, the English matador, caught the poor bull by the tail.
