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The maddened bull made a rush for him that caused all to hold their breath with suspense.

Just as all believed the horse would be gored to death, the skilful rider wheeled him out of harm’s way, spurred him alongside of the bull, and, leaning from his saddle, drove his sword to the hilt into the great brute’s side.

The games were then continued, and, just as the victor in the shooting-match was receiving his prize, in rode the stranger, still wearing his mask, and challenged him to contest for the trophy he had won.

The victor gladly consented, but only to surrender, soon after, the beautiful prize to the unknown Cavalier of the Rio Grande!

And so it was with the one who had gained the prize for riding—a horse, saddle, and bridle of great value—for the unknown was on hand to challenge him and win.

In the combat on horseback with swords, the unknown was there to grasp the prize won by the victor as soon as he went forward to receive it. Then came the sports with the lasso, and once more it was the unknown who defeated the champion.