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hemingway, ernest - men without women-第4部分
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horse between him and the bull。 The horse； lifted and gored； crashed over with the bull driving into him； the picador gave a shove with his boots against the horse and lay clear； waiting to be lifted and hauled away and put on his feet。
Manuel let the bull drive into the fallen horse； he was in no hurry； the picador was safe； besides； it did a picador like that good to worry。 Heˇd stay on longer next time。 Lousy pics！ He looked across the sand at Zurito a little way out from the barrera； his horse rigid； waiting。
¨Huh！〃 he called to the bull； ¨Tomar！〃 holding the cape in both hands so it would catch his eye。 The bull detached himself from the horse and charged the cape； and Manuel； running sideways and holding the cape spread wide； stopped； swung on his heels； and brought the bull sharply around facing Zurito。
¨Campagnero accepted a pair of varas for the death of one rosinante； with Hernandez and Manolo at the quites；〃 El Heraldoˇs critic wrote。 ¨He pressed on the iron and clearly showed he was no horse…lover。 The veteran Zurito resurrected some of his old stuff with the pike…pole； notably the suerte〃
¨Ol？！ Ol？！〃 the man sitting beside him shouted。 The shout was lost in the roar of the crowd； and he slapped the critic on the back。 The critic looked up to see Zurito； directly below him； leaning far out over his horse； the length of the pic rising in a sharp angle under his armpit； holding the pic almost by the point； bearing down with all his weight； holding the bull off； the bull pushing and driving to get at the horse； and Zurito； far out； on top of him； holding him； holding him； and slowly pivoting the horse against the pressure； so that at last he was clear。 Zurito felt the moment when the horse was clear and the bull could come past； and relaxed the absolute steel lock of his resistance； and the triangular steel point of the pic ripped in the bullˇs hump of shoulder muscle as he tore loose to find Hernandezˇs cape before his muzzle。 He charged blindly into the cape and the boy took him out into the open arena。
Zurito sat patting his horse and looking at the bull charging the cape that Hernandez swung for him out under the bright light while the crowd shouted。
¨You see that one？〃 he said to Manuel。
¨It was a wonder；〃 Manuel said。
¨I got him that time；〃 Zurito said。 ¨Look at him now。〃
At the conclusion of a closely turned pass of the cape the bull slid to his knees。 He was up at once； but far out across the sand Manuel and Zurito saw the shine of the pumping flow of blood； smooth against the black of the bullˇs shoulder。
¨I got him that time；〃 Zurito said。
¨Heˇs a good bull；〃 Manuel said。
¨If they gave me another shot at him； Iˇd kill him；〃 Zurito said。
¨Theyˇll change the thirds on us；〃 Manuel said。
¨Look at him now；〃 Zurito said。
¨I got to go over there；〃 Manuel said； and started on a run for the other side of the ring； where the monos were leading a horse out by the bridle toward the bull； whacking him on the legs with rods and all； in a procession； trying to get him towards the bull； who stood； dropping his head； pawing； unable to make up his mind to charge。
Zurito； sitting his horse； walking him toward the scene； not missing any detail； scowled。
Finally the bull charged； the horse leaders ran for the barrera； the picador hit too far back； and the bull got under the horse； lifted him； threw him onto his back。
Zurito watched。 The monos； in their red shirts； running out to drag the picador clear。 The picador； now on his feet； swearing and flopping his arms。 Manuel and Hernandez standing ready with their capes。 And the bull； the great； black bull； with a horse on his back； hooves dangling； the bridle caught in the horns。 Black bull with a horse on his back； staggering short…legged； then arching his neck and lifting； thrusting； charging to slide the horse off； horse sliding down。 Then the bull into a lunging charge at the cape Manuel spread for him。
The bull was slower now； Manuel felt。 He was bleeding badly。 There was a sheen of blood all down his flank。
Manuel offered him the cape again。 There he came； eyes open； ugly； watching the cape。 Manuel stepped to the side and raised his arms； tightening the cape ahead of the bull for the veronica。
Now he was facing the bull。 Yes； his head was going down a little。 He was carrying it lower。 That was Zurito。
Manuel flopped the cape； there he comes； he side…stepped and swung in another veronica。 Heˇs shooting awfully accurately； he thought。 Heˇs had enough fight； so heˇs watching now。 Heˇs hunting now。 Got his eye on me。 But I always give him the cape。
He shook the cape at the bull； there he comes； he sidestepped。 Awful close that time。 I donˇt want to work that close to him。
The edge of the cape was wet with blood where it had swept along the bullˇs back as he went by。
All right； hereˇs the last one。
Manuel； facing the bull； having turned with him each charge； offered the cape with his two hands。 The bull looked at him。 Eyes watching； horns straight forward； the bull looked at him； watching。
¨Huh！〃 Manuel said； ¨Toro！〃 and leaning back； swung the cape forward。 Here he comes。 He side…stepped； swung the cape in back of him； and pivoted； so the bull followed a swirl of cape and was then left with nothing； fixed by the pass； dominated by the cape。 Manuel swung the cape under his muzzle with one hand； to show the bull was fixed； and walked away。
There was no applause。
Manuel walked across the sand towards the barrera； while Zurito rode out of the ring。 The trumpet had blown to change the act to the planting of the banderillos while Manuel had been working with the bull。 He had not consciously noticed it。 The monos were spreading canvas over the two dead horses and sprinkling sawdust around them。
Manuel came up to the barrera for a drink of water。 Retanaˇs man handed him the heavy porous jug。
Fuentes； the tall gypsy； was standing holding a pair of banderillos； holding them together； slim； red sticks； fishhook points out。 He looked at Manuel。
¨Go on out there；〃 Manuel said。
The gypsy trotted out。 Manuel set down the jug and watched。 He wiped his face with his handkerchief。
The critic of El Heraldo reached for the bottle of warm champagne that stood between his feet； took a drink； and finished his paragraph。
¨the aged Manolo rated no applause for a vulgar series of lances with the cape and we entered the third of the palings。〃
Alone in the centre of the ring the bull stood； still fixed。 Fuentes； tall； flat…backed； walking towards him arrogantly； his arms spread out； the two slim； red sticks； one in each hand； held by the fingers； points straight forward。 Fuentes walked forward。 Back of him and to one side was a peon with a cape。 The bull looked at him and was no longer fixed。
His eyes watched Fuentes； now standing still。 Now he leaned back； calling to him。 Fuentes twitched the two banderillos and the light on the steel points caught the bullˇs eye。
His tail went up and he charged。
He came straight； his eyes on the man。 Fuentes stood still； leaning back； the banderillos pointing forward。 As the bull lowered his head to hook； Fuentes leaned backward； his arms came together and rose； his two hands touching； the banderillos two descending red lines； and leaning forward drove the points into the bullˇs shoulder； leaning far in over the bullˇs horns and pivoting on the two upright sticks； his legs tight together； his body curving to one side to let the bull pass。
¨Ol？！〃 from the crowd。
The bull was hooking wildly； jumping like a trout； all four feet off the ground。 The red shafts of the banderillos tossed as he jumped。
Manuel； standing at the barrera； noticed that he hooked always to the right。
¨Tell him to drop the next pair on the right；〃 he said to the kid who started to run out to Fuentes with the new banderillos。
A heavy hand fell on his shoulder。 it was Zurito。
¨How do you feel； kid？〃 he asked。
Manuel was watching the bull。
Zurito leaned forward on the barrera； leaning the weight of his body on his arms。 Manuel turned to him。
¨Youˇre going good；〃 Zurito said。
Manuel shook his head。 He had nothing to do now until the next third。 The gypsy was very good with the banderillos。 The bull would come to him in the next third in good shape。 He was a good bull。 It had all been easy up to now。 The final stuff with the sword was all he worried over。 He did not really worry。 He did not even think about it。 But standing there he had a heavy sense of apprehension。 He looked out at the bull； planning his faena； his work with the red cloth that was to reduce the bull； to make him manageable。
The gypsy was walking out towards the bull again； walking heel…and…toe； insultingly； like a ballroom dancer； the red shafts of the banderillos twitching with his walk。 The bull watched him； not fixed now； hunting him； but waiting to get close enough so he could be sure of getting him； getting the horns into him。
As Fuentes walked forward the bull charged。 Fuentes ran across the quarter of a circle as the bull charged and； as he passed running backwards； stopped； swung forward； rose on his toes； arms straight out； and sunk the banderillos straight down into the tight of the big shoulder muscles as the bull missed him。
The crowd were wild about it。
¨That kid wonˇt stay in this night stuff long；〃 Retanaˇs man said to Zurito。
¨Heˇs good；〃 Zurito said。
¨Watch him now。〃
They watched。
Fuentes was standing with his back against the barrera。 Two of the cuadrilla were back of him； with their capes ready to flop over the fence to distract the bull。
The bull； with his tongue out； his barrel heaving； was watching the gypsy。 He thought he had him now。 Back against the red planks。 Only a short charge away。 The bull watched him。
The gypsy bent back； drew back his arms； the banderillos pointing at the bull。 He called to the bull； stamped one foot。 The bull was suspicious。 He wanted the man。 No more barbs in the shoulder。
Fuentes walked a little closer to the bull。 Bent back。 Called again。 Somebody in the crowd shouted a warning。
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