Fascinated, he stared at the legs of the bruisers and then he heard a voice, a voice he recognized.
One of the bruisers picked up the girl, roughly, and disappeared with her.
He was amused and delighted with the spectacle of horses, jockeys, and bruisers.
He stood on the mead, grim and pale as usual, with his bruisers around.
Probably you are not aware, Mr. Connelly, that ...