"To spin my top, to be sure."
"Top? how long hast had a top?"
"I'll buy one, then, and save my conscience; but the upshot of this sport I must see. Why may not I have an excuse ready made as well as Master Eustace?"
So saying, he pulled Frank into the little shop, unobserved by the party at the inn door.
"What strange cattle has he been importing now? Look at that three-legged fellow, trying to get aloft on the wrong side. How he claws at his horse's ribs, like a cat scratching an elder stem!"
The three legged man was a tall, meek-looking person, who had bedizened himself with gorgeous garments, a great feather, and a sword so long and broad, that it differed little in size from the very thin and stiff shanks between which it wandered uncomfortably.
"Young David in Saul's weapons," said Frank. "He had better not go in them, for he certainly has not proved them."
"Look, if his third leg is not turned into a tail! Why does not some one in charity haul in half-a-yard of his belt for him?"
It was too true; the sword, after being kicked out three or four times from its uncomfortable post between his legs, had returned unconquered; and the hilt getting a little too far back by reason of the too great length of the belt, the weapon took up its post triumphantly behind, standing out point in air, a tail confest, amid the tittering of the ostlers, and the cheers of the sailors.
At last the poor man, by dint of a chair, was mounted safely, while his fellow-stranger, a burly, coarse-looking man, equally gay, and rather more handy, made so fierce a rush at his saddle, that, like "vaulting ambition who o'erleaps his selle," he "fell on t'other side:" or would have fallen, had he not been brought up short by the shoulders of the ostler at his off-stirrup. In which shock off came hat and feather.
"Pardie. the bulldog-faced one is a fighting man. Dost see, Frank? he has had his head broken."
"That scar came not, my son, but by a pair of most Catholic and apostolic scissors. My gentle buzzard, that is a priest's tonsure."
"Hang the dog! O, that the sailors may but see it, and put him over the quay head. I've a half mind to go and do it myself."
"My dear Amyas," said Frank, laying two fingers on his arm, "these men, whosoever they are, are the guests of our uncle, and therefore the guests of our family. Ham gained little by publishing Noah's shame; neither shall we, by publishing our uncle's."
"Murrain on you, old Franky, you never let a man speak his mind and shame the devil."
"I have lived long enough in courts, old Amyas, without a murrain on you, to have found out first that it is not so easy to
