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Oh, for just one more breath of free air! For just one more sight of the world outside!" With that cry, he dropped flat on his face and lay still, as if death had come to claim him, also. "Get up!" harshly ordered Del Norte, again kicking the man. "Get up, or I'll leave you here alone. I am going back."
In the afternoon the Râja's followers were accustomed to play sêpak râga, a game which consists in kicking a round basket-work ball, made of rattan, from one to the other, without letting it fall to the ground.
The victim of Joseph's violence was off his feet, but still struggling and kicking. Guy Oscard saw the flash of a second shot, apparently within a few inches of Joseph's face; but he came on, dragging the man with him, whom from his clothing Oscard saw to be Durnovo. Joseph was spitting out wadding and burnt powder. "Shoot ME, would yer yer damned skulking chocolate-bird? I'll teach you!
The car was slowly descending the Kicking Horse Pass, at the rear of a heavy train. Elizabeth, on her platform, was feasting her eyes once more on the great savage landscape, on these peaks and valleys that have never till now known man, save as the hunter, treading them once or twice perhaps in a century.
As soon as Grace Mainwaring knew he was there, she came forth from the dressing-room and went to the big mirror, kicking out her resplendent train of flounced white satin behind her, and proceeding to judge of the general effect of her powder and patches and heavily-pencilled eyebrows. "Where are you going for Christmas?" she asked. "Into the country," he answered.
He had met strong men in his time, but never had he felt such a rocklike mass of bone and muscle as now. Buddy was like a kicking horse; his fists were as hard as hoofs, and that which they smote they crushed or bruised or lacerated. He possessed now the supreme strength of a madman, and he was quite insensible to pain. He was uttering strange animal sounds. "Shut up!" Gray panted.
"The fact of the matter is," says he, "that you've been kicking up a devil of a row, and that you'd much better have gone quietly with the coxswain." "Why am I kidnapped? why have you put these footpad bracelets on me?" I cried out, passionately.
"I will give you the price of an honest, independent supper" she continued, "that is better than begging it. You will relish it, I know." "It's done ma'am" said he, kicking his dusty toes against the step where he stood. "Show me the work." Cousin Bessie looked significantly at me and led him out to where his occupation lay.
"I've never feared anything yet, and I don't begin now. I'm close up a dead 'un, but that's nothing. When I'm dead, I'm gone, and that's all about it. I know, and I don't give a shearer's curse for it, so don't you fancy I care. It's your maudlin gospel-millers who get scared at the chance of kicking. You understand? That's the sort of man I am.
This will in general be sufficient to prevent his kicking, but it is better that your horse should occasionally kick than that he should always go as stiff as a stake, which is the inevitable result of jerking. To keep the horse when in movement to a collected pace, the opposite indications of urging and retaining him must be continued.
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