Meanwhile, another has picked up the fallen weapon, and the contest is continued without a moment's interruption.

The Ball makes frantic efforts to escape from its tormentors, but every time it is captured and flung back.

So far as can be observed, it makes no attempt at retaliation, its only object being to get away; though, occasionally--whether by design or accident--it succeeds in inflicting injury upon one or other of its executioners, or more often upon one of the spectators, striking him either on the head or about the region of the waist, which, judging by results, would appear, from the Ball's point of view, to be the better selection.

These small reddish Balls are quickened into life evidently by the heat of the sun; in the cold season they disappear, and their place is taken by a much larger Ball.

This Ball the champions kill by striking it with their feet and with their heads.