moment　when　the　matador　approached　the　bull　with　his　lethal　weapon
  I　was　not　sorry　for　an　excuse　to　glance　at　Miss　Mannersley。　　Her
  hands　were　in　her　lap；　her　head　slightly　bent　forward　over　her
  knees。　　I　fancied　that　she；　too；　had　dropped　her　eyes　before　the
  brutal　situation；　to　my　horror；　I　saw　that　she　had　a　drawing…book
  in　her　hand　and　was　actually　sketching　it。　　I　turned　my　eyes　in
  preference　to　the　dying　bull。
  The　second　animal　led　out　for　this　ingenious　slaughter　was；
  however；　more　sullen；　uncertain；　and　discomposing　to　his　butchers。
  He　accepted　the　irony　of　a　trial　with　gloomy；　suspicious　eyes；　and
  he　declined　the　challenge　of　whirling　and　insulting　picadors。　　He
  bristled　with　banderillas　like　a　hedgehog；　but　remained　with　his
  haunches　backed　against　the　barrier；　at　times　almost　hidden　in　the
  fine　dust　raised　by　the　monotonous　stroke　of　his　sullenly　pawing
  hoofhis　one　dull；　heavy　protest。　　A　vague　uneasiness　had　infected
  his　adversaries；　the　picadors　held　aloof；　the　banderilleros
  skirmished　at　a　safe　distance。　　The　audience　resented　only　the
  indecision　of　the　bull。　　Galling　epithets　were　flung　at　him；
  followed　by　cries　of　〃ESPADA！〃　and；　curving　his　elbow　under　his
  short　cloak；　the　matador；　with　his　flashing　blade　in　hand；　advanced
  andstopped。　　The　bull　remained　motionless。
  For　at　that　moment　a　heavier　gust　of　wind　than　usual　swept　down
  upon　the　arena；　lifted　a　suffocating　cloud　of　dust；　and　whirled　it
  around　the　tiers　of　benches　and　the　balcony；　and　for　a　moment
  seemed　to　stop　the　performance。　　I　heard　an　exclamation　from　the
  geologist；　who　had　risen　to　his　feet。　　I　fancied　I　heard　even　a
  faint　cry　from　Miss　Mannersley；　but　the　next　moment；　as　the　dust
  was　slowly　settling；　we　saw　a　sheet　of　paper　in　the　air；　that　had
  been　caught　up　in　this　brief　cyclone；　dropping；　dipping　from　side
  to　side　on　uncertain　wings；　until　it　slowly　descended　in　the　very
  middle　of　the　arena。　　It　was　a　leaf　from　Miss　Mannersley's
  sketchbook；　the　one　on　which　she　had　been　sketching。
  In　the　pause　that　followed　it　seemed　to　be　the　one　object　that　at
  last　excited　the　bull's　growing　but　tardy　ire。　　He　glanced　at　it
  with　murky；　distended　eyes；　he　snorted　at　it　with　vague　yet
  troubled　fury。　　Whether　he　detected　his　own　presentment　in　Miss
  Mannersley's　sketch；　or　whether　he　recognized　it　as　an　unknown　and
  unfamiliar　treachery　in　his　surroundings；　I　could　not　conjecture；
  for　the　next　moment　the　matador；　taking　advantage　of　the　bull's
  concentration；　with　a　complacent　leer　at　the　audience；　advanced
  toward　the　paper。　　But　at　that　instant　a　young　man　cleared　the
  barrier　into　the　arena　with　a　single　bound；　shoved　the　matador　to
  one　side；　caught　up　the　paper；　turned　toward　the　balcony　and　Miss
  Mannersley　with　a　gesture　of　apology；　dropped　gaily　before　the
  bull；　knelt　down　before　him　with　an　exaggerated　humility；　and　held
  up　the　drawing　as　if　for　his　inspection。　　A　roar　of　applause　broke
  from　the　audience；　a　cry　of　warning　and　exasperation　from　the
  attendants；　as　the　goaded　bull　suddenly　charged　the　stranger。　　But
  he　sprang　to　one　side　with　great　dexterity；　made　a　courteous
  gesture　to　the　matador　as　if　passing　the　bull　over　to　him；　and
  still　holding　the　paper　in　his　hand；　re…leaped　the　barrier；　and
  rejoined　the　audience　in　safety。　　I　did　not　wait　to　see　the　deadly；
  dominant　thrust　with　which　the　matador　received　the　charging　bull；
  my　eyes　were　following　the　figure　now　bounding　up　the　steps　to　the
  balcony；　where　with　an　exaggerated　salutation　he　laid　the　drawing
  in　Miss　Mannersley's　lap　and　vanished。　　There　was　no　mistaking　that
  thin　lithe　form；　the　narrow　black　mustache；　and　gravely　dancing
  eyes。　　The　audacity　of　conception；　the　extravagance　of　execution；
  the　quaint　irony　of　the　sequel；　could　belong　to　no　one　but
  Enriquez。
  I　hurried　up　to　her　as　the　six　yoked　mules　dragged　the　carcass　of
  the　bull　away。　　She　was　placidly　putting　up　her　book；　the　unmoved
  focus　of　a　hundred　eager　and　curious　eyes。　　She　smiled　slightly　as
  she　saw　me。　　〃I　was　just　telling　Mr。　Briggs　what　an　extraordinary
  creature　it　was；　and　how　you　knew　him。　　He　must　have　had　great
  experience　to　do　that　sort　of　thing　so　cleverly　and　safely。　　Does
  he　do　it　often？　　Of　course；　not　just　that。　　But　does　he　pick　up
  cigars　and　things　that　I　see　they　throw　to　the　matador？　　Does　he
  belong　to　the　management？　　Mr。　Briggs　thinks　the　whole　thing　was　a
  feint　to　distract　the　bull；〃　she　added；　with　a　wicked　glance　at　the
  geologist；　who；　I　fancied；　looked　disturbed。
  〃I　am　afraid；〃　I　said　dryly；　〃that　his　act　was　as　unpremeditated
  and　genuine　as　it　was　unusual。〃
  〃Why　afraid？〃
  It　was　a　matter…of…fact　question；　but　I　instantly　saw　my　mistake。
  What　right　had　I　to　assume　that　Enriquez'　attentions　were　any　more
  genuine　than　her　own　easy　indifference；　and　if　I　suspected　that
  they　were；　was　it　fair　in　me　to　give　my　friend　away　to　this
  heartless　coquette？　　〃You　are　not　very　gallant；〃　she　said；　with　a
  slight　laugh；　as　I　was　hesitating；　and　turned　away　with　her　escort
  before　I　could　frame　a　reply。　　But　at　least　Enriquez　was　now
  accessible；　and　I　should　gain　some　information　from　him。　　I　knew
  where　to　find　him；　unless　he　were　still　lounging　about　the
  building；　intent　upon　more　extravagance；　but　I　waited　until　I　saw
  Miss　Mannersley　and　Briggs　depart　without　further　interruption。
  The　hacienda　of　Ramon　Saltillo；　Enriquez'　cousin；　was　on　the
  outskirts　of　the　village。　　When　I　arrived　there　I　found　Enriquez'
  pinto　mustang　steaming　in　the　corral；　and　although　I　was
  momentarily　delayed　by　the　servants　at　the　gateway；　I　was　surprised
  to　find　Enriquez　himself　lying　languidly　on　his　back　in　a　hammock
  in　the　patio。　　His　arms　were　hanging　down　listlessly　on　each　side
  as　if　in　the　greatest　prostration；　yet　I　could　not　resist　the
  impression　that　the　rascal　had　only　just　got　into　the　hammock　when
  he　heard　of　my　arrival。
  〃You　have　arrived；　friend　Pancho；　in　time；〃　he　said；　in　accents　of
  exaggerated　weakness。　　〃I　am　absolutely　exhaust。　　I　am　bursted；
  caved　in；　kerflummoxed。　　I　have　behold　you；　my　friend；　at　the
  barrier。　　I　speak　not；　I　make　no　sign　at　the　first；　because　I　was
  on　fire；　I　speak　not　at　the　feenishfor　I　am　exhaust。〃
  〃I　see；　the　bull　made　it　lively　for　you。〃
  He　instantly　bounded　up　in　the　hammock。　　〃The　bull！　　Caramba！　　Not
  a　thousand　bulls！　　And　thees　one；　look　you；　was　a　craven。　　I　snap
  my　fingers　over　his　horn；　I　roll　my　cigarette　under　his　nose。〃
  〃Well；　thenwhat　was　it？〃
  He　instantly　lay　down　again；　pulling　up　the　sides　of　the　hammock。
  Presently　his　voice　came　from　its　depths；　appealing　in　hollow　tones
  to　the　sky。　　〃He　asks　methees　friend　of　my　soul；　thees　brother　of
  my　life；　thees　Pancho　that　I　lofewhat　it　was？　　He　would　that　I
  should　tell　him　why　I　am　game　in　the　legs；　why　I　shake　in　the　hand；
  crack　in　the　voice；　and　am　generally　wipe　out！　　And　yet　he；　my
  pardnerthees　Franciscoknow　that　I　have　seen　the　mees　from
  Boston！　　That　I　have　gaze　into　the　eye；　touch　the　hand；　and　for　the
  instant　possess　the　picture　that　hand　have　drawn！　　It　was　a　sublime
  picture；　Pancho；〃　he　said；　sitting　up　again　suddenly；　〃and　have
  kill　the　bull　before　our　friend　Pepe's　sword　have　touch　even　the
  bone　of　hees　back　and　make　feenish　of　him。〃
  〃Look　here；　Enriquez；〃　I　said　bluntly；　〃have　you　been　serenading
  that　girl？〃
  He　shrugged　his　shoulders　without　the　least　embarrassment；　and
  said：　〃Ah；　yes。　　What　would　you？　　It　is　of　a　necessity。〃
  〃Well；〃　I　retored；　〃then　you　ought　to　know　that　her　uncle　took　it
  all　to　himselfthought　you　some　grateful　Catholic　pleased　with　his
  religious　tolerance。〃
  He　did　not　even　smile。　　〃BUENO；〃　he　said　gravely。　　〃That　make
  something；　too。　　In　thees　affair　it　is　well　to　begin　with　the
  duenna。　　He　is　the　duenna。〃
  〃And；〃　I　went　on　relentlessly；　〃her　escort　told　her　just　now　that
  your　exploit　in　the　bull　ring　was　only　a　trick　to　divert　the　bull；
  suggested　by　the　management。〃
  〃Bah！　her　escort　is　a　geologian。　　Naturally；　she　is　to　him　as　a
  stone。〃
  I　would　have　continued；　but　a　peon　interrupted　us　at　this　moment
  with　a　sign　to　Enriquez；　who　leaped　briskly　from　the　hammock；
  bidding　me　wait　his　return　from　a　messenger　in　the　gateway。
  Still　unsatisfied　of　mind；　I　waited；　and　sat　down　in　the　hammock
  that　Enriquez　had　quitted。　　A　scrap　of　paper　was　lying　in　its
  meshes；　which　at　first　appeared　to　be　of　the　kind　from　which
  Enriquez　rolled　his　cigarettes；　but　as　I　picked　it　up　to　throw　it
  away；　I　found　it　was　of　much　firmer　and　stouter　material。　　Looking
  at　it　more　closely；　I　was　surprised　to　recognize　it　as　a　piece　of
  the　tinted　drawing…paper　torn　off　the　〃block〃　that　Miss　Mannersley
  had　used。　　It　had　been　deeply　creased　at　right　angles　as　if　it　had
  been　folded；　it　looked　as　if　it　might　have　been　the　outer　half　of　a
  sheet　used　for　a　note。
  It　might　have　been　a　trifling　circumstance；　but　it　greatly　excited
  my　curiosity。　　I　knew　that　he　had　r