other　explanation。　He　was　blood…mad；　a　beast　himself。　I　leave
  it　to　your　judgment。　Which　is　worsethe　goring　of　the　horse　by
  the　bull；　or　the　goring　of　Colonel　Jacinto　Fierro　by　the
  bayonet　in　the　hands　of　John　Harned！　And　John　Harned　gored
  others　with　that　bayonet。　He　was　full　of　devils。　He　fought　with
  many　bullets　in　him；　and　he　was　hard　to　kill。　And　Maria
  Valenzuela　was　a　brave　woman。　Unlike　the　other　women；　she　did
  not　cry　out　nor　faint。　She　sat　still　in　her　box；　gazing　out
  across　the　bull…ring。　Her　face　was　white　and　she　fanned
  herself；　but　she　never　looked　around。
  From　all　sides　came　the　soldiers　and　officers　and　the　common
  people　bravely　to　subdue　the　mad　Gringo。　It　is　truethe　cry
  went　up　from　the　crowd　to　kill　all　the　Gringos。　It　is　an　old
  cry　in　Latin…American　countries；　what　of　the　dislike　for　the
  Gringos　and　their　uncouth　ways。　It　is　true；　the　cry　went　up。
  But　the　brave　Ecuadorianos　killed　only　John　Harned；　and　first
  he　killed　seven　of　them。　Besides；　there　were　many　hurt。　I　have
  seen　many　bull…fights；　but　never　have　I　seen　anything　so
  abominable　as　the　scene　in　the　boxes　when　the　fight　was　over。
  It　was　like　a　field　of　battle。　The　dead　lay　around　everywhere；
  while　the　wounded　sobbed　and　groaned　and　some　of　them　died。　One
  man；　whom　John　Harned　had　thrust　through　the　belly　with　the
  bayonet；　clutched　at　himself　with　both　his　hands　and　screamed。
  I　tell　you　for　a　fact　it　was　more　terrible　than　the　screaming
  of　a　thousand　horses。
  No；　Maria　Valenzuela　did　not　marry　Luis　Cervallos。　I　am　sorry
  for　that。　He　was　my　friend；　and　much　of　my　money　was　invested
  in　his　ventures。　It　was　five　weeks　before　the　surgeons　took　the
  bandages　from　his　face。　And　there　is　a　scar　there　to　this　day；
  on　the　cheek；　under　the　eye。　Yet　John　Harned　struck　him　but
  once　and　struck　him　only　with　his　naked　fist。　Maria　Valenzuela
  is　in　Austria　now。　It　is　said　she　is　to　marry　an　Arch…Duke　or
  some　high　nobleman。　I　do　not　know。　I　think　she　liked　John
  Harned　before　he　followed　her　to　Quito　to　see　the　bull…fight。
  But　why　the　horse？　That　is　what　I　desire　to　know。　Why　should　he
  watch　the　bull　and　say　that　it　did　not　count；　and　then　go
  immediately　and　most　horribly　mad　because　a　horse　screamed　？
  There　is　no　understanding　the　Gringos。　They　are　barbarians。
  WHEN　THE　WORLD　WAS　YOUNG
  HE　was　a　very　quiet；　self…possessed　sort　of　man；　sitting　a
  moment　on　top　of　the　wall　to　sound　the　damp　darkness　for
  warnings　of　the　dangers　it　might　conceal。　But　the　plummet　of
  his　hearing　brought　nothing　to　him　save　the　moaning　of　wind
  through　invisible　trees　and　the　rustling　of　leaves　on　swaying
  branches。　A　heavy　fog　drifted　and　drove　before　the　wind；　and
  though　he　could　not　see　this　fog；　the　wet　of　it　blew　upon　his
  face；　and　the　wall　on　which　he　sat　was　wet。
  Without　noise　he　had　climbed　to　the　top　of　the　wall　from　the
  outside；　and　without　noise　he　dropped　to　the　ground　on　the
  inside。　From　his　pocket　he　drew　an　electric　night…stick；　but　he
  did　not　use　it。　Dark　as　the　way　was；　he　was　not　anxious　for
  light。　Carrying　the　night…stick　in　his　hand；　his　finger　on　the
  button；　he　advanced　through　the　darkness。　The　ground　was
  velvety　and　springy　to　his　feet；　being　carpeted　with　dead
  pine…needles　and　leaves　and　mold　which　evidently　bad　been
  undisturbed　for　years。　Leaves　and　branches　brushed　against　his
  body；　but　so　dark　was　it　that　he　could　not　avoid　them。　Soon　he
  walked　with　his　hand　stretched　out　gropingly　before　him；　and
  more　than　once　the　hand　fetched　up　against　the　solid　trunks　of
  massive　trees。　All　about　him　he　knew　were　these　trees；　he
  sensed　the　loom　of　them　everywhere；　and　he　experienced　a
  strange　feeling　of　microscopic　smallness　in　the　midst　of　great
  bulks　leaning　toward　him　to　crush　him。　Beyond；　he　knew；　was　the
  house；　and　he　expected　to　find　some　trail　or　winding　path　that
  would　lead　easily　to　it。
  Once；　he　found　himself　trapped。　On　every　side　he　groped　against
  trees　and　branches；　or　blundered　into　thickets　of　underbrush；
  until　there　seemed　no　way　out。　Then　he　turned　on　his　light；
  circumspectly；　directing　its　rays　to　the　ground　at　his　feet。
  Slowly　and　carefully　he　moved　it　about　him；　the　white
  brightness　showing　in　sharp　detail　all　the　obstacles　to　his
  progress。　He　saw；　an　opening　between　huge…trunked　trees；　and
  advanced　through　it；　putting　out　the　light　and　treading　on　dry
  footing　as　yet　protected　from　the　drip　of　the　fog　by　the　dense
  foliage　overhead。　His　sense　of　direction　was　good；　and　he　knew
  he　was　going　toward　the　house。
  And　then　the　thing　happenedthe　thing　unthinkable　and
  unexpected。　His　descending　foot　came　down　upon　something　that
  was　soft　and　alive；　and　that　arose　with　a　snort　under　the
  weight　of　his　body。　He　sprang　clear；　and　crouched　for　another
  spring；　anywhere；　tense　and　expectant；　keyed　for　the　onslaught
  of　the　unknown。　He　waited　a　moment；　wondering　what　manner　of
  animal　it　was　that　had　arisen　from　under　his　foot　and　that　now
  made　no　sound　nor　movement　and　that　must　be　crouching　and
  waiting　just　as　tensely　and　expectantly　as　he。　The　strain
  became　unbearable。　Holding　the　night…stick　before　him；　he
  pressed　the　button；　saw；　and　screamed　aloud　in　terror。　He　was
  prepared　for　anything；　from　a　frightened　calf　or　fawn　to　a
  belligerent　lion；　but　he　was　not　prepared　for　what　he　saw。　In
  that　instant　his　tiny　searchlight；　sharp　and　white；　had　shown
  him　what　a　thousand　years　would　not　en。　able　him　to　forgeta
  man；　huge　and　blond；　yellow…haired　and　yellow…bearded；　naked
  except　for　soft…tanned　moccasins　and　what　seemed　a　goat…skin
  about　his　middle。　Arms　and　legs　were　bare；　as　were　his
  shoulders　and　most　of　his　chest。　The　skin　was　smooth　and
  hairless；　but　browned　by　sun　and　wind；　while　under　it　heavy
  muscles　were　knotted　like　fat　snakes。　Still；　this　alone；
  unexpected　as　it　well　was；　was　not　what　had　made　the　man　scream
  out。　What　had　caused　his　terror　was　the　unspeakable　ferocity　of
  the　face；　the　wild…animal　glare　of　the　blue　eyes　scarcely
  dazzled　by　the　light；　the　pine…needles　matted　and　clinging　in
  the　beard　and　hair；　and　the　whole　formidable　body　crouched　and
  in　the　act　of　springing　at　him。　Practically　in　the　instant　he
  saw　all　this；　and　while　his　scream　still　rang；　the　thing
  leaped；　he　flung　his　night…stick　full　at　it；　and　threw　himself
  to　the　ground。　He　felt　its　feet　and　shins　strike　against　his
  ribs；　and　he　bounded　up　and　away　while　the　thing　itself　hurled
  onward　in　a　heavy　crashing　fall　into　the　underbrush。
  As　the　noise　of　the　fall　ceased；　the　man　stopped　and　on　hands
  and　knees　waited。　He　could　hear　the　thing　moving　about；
  searching　for　him；　and　he　was　afraid　to　advertise　his　location
  by　attempting　further　flight。　He　knew　that　inevitably　he　would
  crackle　the　underbrush　and　be　pursued。　Once　he　drew　out　his
  revolver；　then　changed　his　mind。　He　had　recovered　his　composure
  and　hoped　to　get　away　without　noise。　Several　times　he　heard　the
  thing　beating　up　the　thickets　for　him；　and　there　were　moments
  when　it；　too；　remained　still　and　listened。　This　gave　an　idea　to
  the　man。　One　of　his　hands　was　resting　on　a　chunk　of　dead　wood。
  Carefully；　first　feeling　about　him　in　the　darkness　to　know　that
  the　full　swing　of　his　arm　was　clear；　he　raised　the　chunk　of
  wood　and　threw　it。　It　was　not　a　large　piece；　and　it　went　far；
  landing　noisily　in　a　bush。　He　heard　the　thing　bound　into　the
  bush；　and　at　the　same　time　himself　crawled　steadily　away。　And
  on　hands　and　knees；　slowly　and　cautiously；　he　crawled　on；　till
  his　knees　were　wet　on　the　soggy　mold；　When　he　listened　he　heard
  naught　but　the　moaning　wind　and　the　drip…drip　of　the　fog　from
  the　branches。　Never　abating　his　caution；　he　stood　erect　and
  went　on　to　the　stone　wall；　over　which　he　climbed　and　dropped
  down　to　the　road　outside。
  Feeling　his　way　in　a　clump　of　bushes；　he　drew　out　a　bicycle　and
  prepared　to　mount。　He　was　in　the　act　of　driving　the　gear　around
  with　his　foot　for　the　purpose　of　getting　the　opposite　pedal　in
  position；　when　he　heard　the　thud　of　a　heavy　body　that　landed
  lightly　and　evidently　on　its　feet。　He　did　not　wait　for　more；
  but　ran；　with　hands　on　the　handles　of　his　bicycle；　until　he　was
  able　to　vault　astride　the　saddle；　catch　the　pedals；　and　start　a
  spurt。　Behind　he　could　hear　the　quick　thud…thud　of　feet　on　the
  dust　of　the　road；　but　he　drew　away　from　it　and　lost　it。
  Unfortunately；　he　had　started　away　from　the　direction　of　town
  and　was　heading　higher　up　into　the　hills。　He　knew　that　on　this
  particular　road　there　were　no　cross　roads。　The　only　way　back
  was　past　that　terror；　and　he　could　not　steel　himself　to　face
  it。　At　the　end　of　half　an　hour；　finding　himself　on　an　ever
  increasing　grade；　he　dismounted。　For　still　greater　safety；
  leaving　the　wheel　by　the　roadside；　he　climbed　through　a　fence
  into　what　he　decided　was　a　hillside　pasture；　spread　a　newspaper
  on　the　ground；　and　sat　down。
  〃Gosh！〃　he　said　aloud；　mopping　the　sweat　and　fog　from　his　face。
  And　〃Gosh！〃　he　said　once　again；　whil