"Tyre, Tyre for ever! Oh, Tyre rules the waves!" as the old song says.

I'll go at once, and show him my young barbarians.' 'I should,' said the dye-master.

'They are very rum, aren't they?
What frightful clothes, and what a lot of them! Observe the covering of their feet.

Hideous indeed.' Robert could not help thinking how easy, and at the same time pleasant, it would be to catch hold of the dye-master's feet and tip him backward into the great sunken vat just near him.

But if he had, flight would have had to be the next move, so he restrained his impulse.
There was something about this Tyrian adventure that was different from all the others.