<h2 id="CH13"> chapter 13</h2>
<p>The crowd shouted all the time and threw pieces of
bread down into the ring, then cushions and leather
wine bottles, keeping up whistling and yelling.
Finally the bull was too tired from so much bad
sticking and folded his knees and lay down and one
of the <i>cuadrilla</i> leaned out over his neck and killed
him with the <i>puntillo</i>. The crowd came over the
barrera and around the torero and two men grabbed
him and held him and some one cut off his pigtail
and was waving it and a kid grabbed it and ran away
with it. Afterwards I saw him at the café. He was
very short with a brown face and quite drunk and he
said after all it has happened before like that. I am
not really a good bull fighter.</p>
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