These were seen riding back, though not directly in front of the spectators. They preferred making a roundabout thing of it, so that their fallen faces might not be too closely scanned on their return. On went the bull, and after him the eager and excited horsemen. Another dragoon soon tried his "pluck," and also failed; and then a vaquero, and another horseman, and another, with like success--each failure being hailed by a groan from the crowd. There were several tumbles, too, at which the spectators laughed heartily; and one horse was badly gored, having headed the bull and got entangled upon his horns. In less than ten minutes eleven out of the twelve competitors were seen returning from the chase. Only one now remained to make his trial. The bull had proved a splendid fellow, and was already in high favour, and loudly applauded by the spectators. "_Bravo, toro! bravissimo_!" was heard on all sides. All eyes were now turned upon the enraged animal, and his one remaining pursuer. Both were still near enough to be well observed, for the chase had led hitherto, not in one line, but in different directions over the plain; so that the bull was actually no farther from the crowd than when first overtaken by the dragoon. He was at this moment running in a cross course, so that every movement of both pursuer and pursued could be well observed from the stand. At the first glance it was plain that the bull had now behind him the handsomest horse and horseman upon the field--would they prove the best? That was to be tried. The horse was a large coal-black _mustang_, with a long full tail, pointed at the tip, and carried like the brush of a running fox. Even while in gallop, his neck slightly curved, and his proud figure, displayed against the smooth sward, called forth expressions of admiration. The rider was a young man of twenty or over; and his light curling hair and white-red complexion distinguished him from all his competitors--who were, without exception, dark-skinned men. He was dressed in full ranchero costume, with its rich broidery and trappings; and instead of the usual "serape," he wore a purple _manga_--a more graceful, as well as costlier garment. The long skirts of this he had flung behind him, in order to have his arms free; and its folds, opening to the breeze, added to the gracefulness of his carriage in the saddle. The sudden appearance of this splendid horseman--for, hanging in the rear with folded manga, he seemed not to have been noticed before,-- caused unusual attention, and many were heard inquiring his name. "_Carlos the cibolero_!" cried a voice, loud enough to satisfy all at once. Some evidently knew who "Carlos the cibolero" was, though by far the greater number on the ground did not. Of the former, one was heard inquiring-- "Why hasn't he come up before?--He could have done so if he had wished."