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So, after listening with sympathy and interest for a long while, he quietly stole away again. The bull baiting was over by this time. The games and other sports were recommencing with greater energy after this brief interruption.
There was no doubt she indulged in these boorish discourtesies simply to buoy up her own ego, which must have suffered greatly. She presumed on her sex and my tolerance, taking the same pleasure in baiting me, on whom she was utterly dependent, as a terrier does in annoying a Saint Bernard, knowing the big dog's chivalry will protect the pest.
I fled the home of grief, At Connoeht Moran's tomb to fall; I found the helmet of my chief, His bow still hanging on our wall." Campbell. "Amphibious!" exclaimed Roswell Gardiner, in an aside to Mary, as the stranger entered the room, following Baiting Joe's lead.
Mowbray himself, with his scared, lean wife and his wife's crippled brother, had a table apart from the men; as he ate he entertained himself by baiting the unhappy cripple, till the broken man stammered tearfully across the table at him, shaking and grimacing in a nervous frenzy, which Tom Mowbray always found comical.
Him we invited to a meeting at a tavern in the neighborhood of the prison, disguising our names as too certain to betray our objects, and baiting our invitation with some hints which we had ascertained were likely to prove temptations under his immediate circumstances.
Peterkin always caught them for we observed that he derived much pleasure from fishing while Jack and I found ample amusement in looking on, also in gazing down at the coral groves, and in baiting the hook. Among the fish that we saw, but did not catch, were porpoises and swordfish, whales and sharks.
"Here is Baiting Joe comed up from the wharf, wanting to see master," returned a grey-headed negro, who had formerly been a slave, and who now lived about the place giving his services for his support. "Baiting Joe! He is not after his sheepshead, I hope if he is, he is somewhat late in the day."
It was the famous bull-ring of Blackman Street in Southwark. A moment later the dogs were freed, and amid their hoarse baying and growling and the deep roaring of their adversary, the baiting began the chief sport of high and low in the merry days of good Queen Bess.
"Now, roll yore trail to the wall. Face this way! Arms out! That's good! You rest there comfortable while I take these pins down and let the kid out." He removed the knives that hemmed in the boy and supported the half-fainting figure to a chair beside the roulette table. But always he remained in such a position as to keep the big bully he was baiting in view.
"Haven't you heard about it? With dynamite bums bombs. Yes, sir! That's the way they do to all princes." He was quite unconcerned. Truxton's look of horror diminished. No doubt it was a subterfuge employed to secure princely obedience, very much as the common little boy is brought to time by mention of the ubiquitous bogie man. "That's too bad," commiserated Truxton, baiting the pin once more.
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