He rubbed it in the earth. "You mustn't be frightened."

"No?" She laughed a little. "What must I be, then? I'm alive, I'm

crawling with terror. Don't touch me!" She screamed and drew back.

"I can explain it."

"You can explain everything! But not that."

"It was an idiotic, wild, unfair thing to have happen at this time," he

said. "My life's like that." He looked beyond her. "I began wanting to

do tremendous things. The more I tried, the more discouraged I became.

You see, I was strong. There have been other things figuratively like

the bull. But the things themselves get littler and more preposterous,

because my ambition and my nerve grows smaller." He lowered his head.

"Some day--I shan't want to do anything at all any more. Continuous and

unwonted defeat might infuriate some men to a great effort. It's tiring

me." He raised his eyes sadly to hers. "Roseanne--!"

She gathered her legs under herself and ran. Hugo made no attempt to

follow her. He merely watched. Twice she tripped and once she fell. At

the stone wall she looked back at him. It was not necessary to be able

to see her expression. She went on across the fields--a skinny, flapping

thing--at last a mere spot of moving colour.

Hugo turned and stared at the brown mound of the bull. After a moment he

walked over and stood above it. Its tongue hung out and its mouth

grinned. It lay there dead, and yet to Hugo it still had life: the

indestructibility of a ghost and the immortality of a symbol. He sat

beside it until sundown.

At twilight he entered the barn and tended the cows. The doors of the

house were closed. He went without supper. Cane returned jubilantly

later in the evening. He called Hugo from the back porch.

"Telegram for you."

Hugo read the wire. His father was sick and failing rapidly. "I want my

wages," he said. Then he went back to the barn. His trifling belongings

were already wrapped in a bundle. Cane reluctantly counted out the

money. Hugo felt nauseated and feverish. He put the money in his pocket,

the bundle under his arm; he opened the gate, and his feet found the

soft earth of the road in the darkness.

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