hemingway, ernest - men without women-第3节
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¨You ought to have seen me； Manos；〃 Manuel said； reproachfully。
¨I donˇt want to see you；〃 Zurito said。 ¨It makes me nervous。〃
¨You havenˇt seen me lately。〃
¨Iˇve seen you plenty。〃
Zurito looked at Manuel； avoiding his eyes。
¨You ought to quit it； Manolo。〃
¨I canˇt；〃 Manuel said。 ¨Iˇm going good now； I tell you。〃
Zurito leaned forward his hands on the table。
¨Listen。 Iˇll pic for you and if you donˇt go big tomorrow night； youˇll quit。 See？ Will you do that？〃
¨Sure。〃
Zurito leaned back； relieved。
¨You got to quit；〃 he said。 ¨No monkey business。 You got to cut the coleta。〃
¨I wonˇt have to quit；〃 Manuel said。 ¨You watch me。 Iˇve got the stuff。〃
Zurito stood up。 He felt tired from arguing。
¨You got to quit；〃 he said。 ¨Iˇll cut your coleta myself。〃
¨No； you wonˇt；〃 Manuel said。 ¨You wonˇt have a chance。〃
Zurito called the waiter。
¨Come on；〃 said Zurito。 ¨Come on up to the house。〃
Manuel reached under the seat for his suitcase。 He was happy。 He knew Zurito would pic for him。 He was the best picador living。 It was all simple now。
¨Come on up to the house and weˇll eat；〃 Zurito said。
* * *
Manuel stood in the patio de caballos waiting for the Charlie Chaplins to be over。 Zurito stood beside him。 Where they stood it was dark。 The high door that led into the bullring was shut。 Above them they heard a shout； then another shout of laughter。 Then there was silence。 Manuel liked the smell of the stables about the patio de caballos。 It smelt good in the dark。 There was another roar from the arena and then applause； prolonged applause； going on and on。
¨You ever seen these fellows？〃 Zurito asked； big and looming beside Manuel in the dark。
¨No；〃 Manuel said。
¨Theyˇre pretty funny；〃 Zurito said。 He smiled to himself in the dark。
The high； double； tight…fitting door into the bullring swung open and Manuel saw the ring in the hard light of the arc…lights； the plaza； dark all the way around； rising high； around the edge of the ring were running and bowing two men dressed like tramps； followed by a third in the uniform of a hotel…boy who stooped and picked up the hats and canes thrown down on to the sand and tossed them back up into the darkness。
The electric light went on in the patio。
¨Iˇll climb onto one of those ponies while you collect the kids；〃 Zurito said。
Behind them came the jingle of the mules； coming out to go into the arena and be hitched onto the dead bull。
The members of the cuadrilla； who had been watching the burlesque from the runway between the barrera and the seats； came walking back and stood in a group talking； under the electric light in the patio。 A good…looking lad in a silver…and…orange suit came up to Manuel and smiled。
¨Iˇm Hernandez；〃 he said and put out his hand。
Manuel took it。
¨Theyˇre regular elephants weˇve got tonight；〃 the boy said cheerfully。
¨Theyˇre big ones with horns；〃 Manuel agreed。
¨You drew the worst lot；〃 the boy said。
¨Thatˇs all right；〃 Manuel said。 ¨The bigger they are； the more meat for the poor。〃
¨Where did you get that one？〃 Hernandez grinned。
¨Thatˇs an old one；〃 Manuel said。 ¨You line up your cuadrilla； so I can see what Iˇve got。〃
¨Youˇve got some good kids；〃 Hernandez said。 He was very cheerful。 He had been on twice before in nocturnals and was beginning to get a following in Madrid。 He was happy the fight would start in a few minutes。
¨Where are the pics？〃 Manuel asked。
¨Theyˇre back in the corrals fighting about who gets the beautiful horses；〃 Hernandez grinned。
The mules came through the gate in a rush； the whips snapping； bells jangling； and the young bull plowing a furrow of sand。
They formed up for the paseo as soon as the bull had gone through。
Manuel and Hernandez stood in front。 The youths of the cuadrillas were behind； their heavy capes furled over their arms。 In black； the four picadors； mounted； holding their steel…tipped push…poles erect in the half…dark of the corral。
¨Itˇs a wonder Retana wouldnˇt give us enough light to see the horses by；〃 one picador said。
¨He knows weˇll be happier if we donˇt get too good a look at these skins；〃 another pic answered。
¨This thing Iˇm on barely keeps me off the ground；〃 the first picador said。
¨Well； theyˇre horses。〃
¨Sure； theyˇre horses。〃
They talked； sitting their gaunt horses in the dark。
Zurito said nothing。 He had the only steady horse of the lot。 He had tried him； wheeling him in the corrals； and he responded to the bit and the spurs。 He had taken the bandage off his right eye and cut the strings where they had tied his ears tight shut at the base。 He was a good； solid horse； solid on his legs。 That was all he needed。 He intended to ride him all through the corrida。 He had already； since he had mounted； sitting in the half…dark in the big； quilted saddle； waiting for the paseo； pic…ed through the whole corrida in his mind。 The other picadors went on talking on both sides of him。 He did not hear them。
The two matadors stood together in front of their three peones； their capes furled over their left arms in the same fashion。 Manuel was thinking about the three lads in back of him。 They were all three Madrile？os； like Hernandez； boys about nineteen。 One of them； a gypsy； serious； aloof； and dark…faced； he liked the look of。 He turned。
¨Whatˇs your name； kid？〃 he asked the gypsy。
¨Fuentes；〃 the gypsy said。
¨Thatˇs a good name；〃 Manuel said。
The gypsy smiled； showing his teeth。
¨You take the bull and give him a little run when he comes out；〃 Manuel said。
¨All right；〃 the gypsy said。 His face was serious。 He began to think about just what he would do。
¨Here she goes；〃 Manuel said to Hernandez。
¨All right。 Weˇll go。〃
Heads up； swinging with the music； their right arms swinging free； they stepped out； crossing the sanded arena under the arc…lights； the cuadrillas opening out behind； the picadors riding after； behind came the bullring servants and the jingling mules。 The crowd applauded Hernandez as they marched across the arena。 Arrogant； swinging； they looked straight ahead as they marched。
They bowed before the president； and the procession broke up into its component parts。 The bullfighters went over to the barrera and changed their heavy mantles for the light fighting capes。 The mules went out。 The picadors galloped jerkily around the ring； and two rode out the gate they had come in by。 The servants swept the sand smooth。
Manuel drank a glass of water poured for him by one of Retanaˇs deputies； who was acting as his manager and sword…handler。 Hernandez came over from speaking with his own manager。
¨You got a good hand； kid；〃 Manuel complimented him。
¨They like me；〃 Hernandez said happily。
¨How did the paseo go？〃 Manuel asked Retanaˇs man。
¨Like a wedding；〃 said the handler。 ¨Fine。 You came out like Joselito and Belmonte。〃
Zurito rode by； a bulky equestrian statue。 He wheeled his horse and faced him towards the toril on the far side of the ring where the bull would come out。 It was strange under the arc…light。 He pic…ed in the hot afternoon sun for big money。 He didnˇt like this arc…light business。 He wished they would get started。
Manuel went up to him。
¨Pic him； Manos；〃 he said。 ¨Cut him down to size for me。〃
¨Iˇll pic him； kid；〃 Zurito spat on the sand。 ¨Iˇll make him jump out of the ring。〃
¨Lean on him； Manos；〃 Manuel said。
¨Iˇll lean on him；〃 Zurito said。 ¨Whatˇs holding it up？〃
¨Heˇs coming now；〃 Manuel said。
Zurito sat there； his feet in the box…stirrups； his great legs in the buckskin…covered armor gripping the horse； the reins in his left hand； the long pic held in his right hand； his broad hat well down over his eyes to shade them from the lights； watching the distant door of the toril。 His horseˇs ears quivered。 Zurito patted him with his left hand。
The red door of the toril swung back and for a moment Zurito looked into the empty passage…way far across the arena。 Then the bull came out in a rush； skidding on his four legs as he came out under the lights； then charging in a gallop； moving softly in a fast gallop； silent except as he woofed through wide nostrils as he charged； glad to be free after the dark pen。
In the first row of seats； slightly bored； leaning forward to write on the cement wall in front of his knees； the substitute bullfight critic of El Heraldo scribbled： ¨Campagnero； Negro； 42； came out at 90 miles an hour with plenty of gas〃
Manuel； leaning against the barrera； watching the bull； waved his hand and the gypsy ran out； trailing his cape。 The bull； in full gallop； pivoted and charged the cape； his head down； his tail rising。 The gypsy moved in a zigzag and as he passed； the bull caught sight of him and abandoned the cape to charge the man。 The gyp sprinted and vaulted the red fence of the barrera as the bull struck it with his horns。 He tossed into it twice with his horns； banging into the wood blindly。
The critic of El Heraldo lit a cigarette and t
