“They took about twenty chaps to the infirmary,” Mike said.
“What a morning!” Bill said. “The damn police kept arresting chaps that wanted to go and commit suicide with the bulls.”
“The steers took them in, in the end,” Mike said.
“It took about an hour.”
“It was really about a quarter of an hour,” Mike objected.
“Oh, go to hell,” Bill said. “You’ve been in the war. It was two hours and a half for me.”
“Where’s that beer?” Mike asked.
“What did you do with the lovely Edna?”
“We took her home just now. She’s gone to bed.”
“How did she like it?”
“Fine. We told her it was just like that every morning.”
“She was impressed,” Mike said.
“She wanted us to go down in the ring, too,” Bill said. “She likes action.”
“I said it wouldn’t be fair to my creditors,” Mike said.
“What a morning,” Bill said. “And what a night!”
“How’s your jaw, Jake?” Mike asked.
“Sore,” I said.
Bill laughed.