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The boy exhorted his mother not to grieve so for him, 'for I'm going to Jesus; meet me in heaven; and he, with eleven others, were swung off. The mother cried out, 'Oh, my God! my poor son! and feinted." So perfect was this reign of terror that not even slave-owners, in many cases, dared to protest against this wholesale butchery.
Philip did not wait, but sprang on his man like a tiger. Ross met his blow, dodged, feinted; they gripped, swinging to and fro; there was a struggle, and Philip fell again with a dull thud against the ground. "Will you stop now?" said Ross. "No, no, no," cried Philip, leaping to his feet. "I'll eat you up. I'm a glutton, I can tell you."
Vane took his time, watched the base runners, feinted to throw to catch them, and then delivered the ball toward the plate with the limit of his power. Stringer hit the ball. As long as I live, I will see that glancing low liner. Shultz, by a wonderful play in deep center, blocked the ball and thereby saved it from being a home run.
Unable to hang on as close in the eye of the wind as formerly, he proceeded to slack his sheet a trifle and to ease off a bit, in order to outfoot me. This I permitted him to do till I had worked to windward, when I bore down upon him. As I drew close, he feinted at coming about. This led me to shoot into the wind to forestall him.
The Battler moved his gloves in quick little circles and the noise from the crowd stopped. John forgot everything else, the fight was on. The Battler feinted, swaying his body from side to side, and came at him. He shot out his left hand, jabbing at the swarthy face of the Mexican. His fist struck only the air and the Battler, his lips drawn back, his eyes blazing, crashed into him.
"You are right, Jacques," said the frenzied cripple. "We Frochards come of a race that kills!" The adversaries feinted around each other in circles, in the Latin mode of fighting that was their heritage. Coats or sidesteps parried or evaded blows. The knives gleamed, but did not go quickly home. If Jacques had the superior strength, Pierre was the more cat-like.
Such were his expressions as we danced and ducked, feinted and smote, and as often as he bade me watch his right, that same right smacked home upon my ribs or face while I wasted myself in futile yet exceedingly earnest efforts to smite in turn his ever-moving body or elusive, wagging head, what time over and under and through my guard shot his terrible fists, to tap me lightly here, to pat me there until my breath grew short.
"I'll I'll show you a trick or two yet!" He stopped, circled, dodged the clutching hands, feinted with a tactic long unthought of, and broke into a straight, resistless dash for the posts. As he ran, he yelled: "Smash them and break through! . ....." All his waning strength upgathered for that run. Yet how strangely tired he felt how heavy the ball was growing! What was the matter with his head?
Roger circled and Tom shot out the left again, dropped into a semicrouch and feinted with the right cross. Roger moved in, cocking his fist for the left hook and Tom was ready for him. He threw the right, threw it with every ounce of strength left in his body. Roger was caught moving in and took the blow flush on the chin. He stopped as if poleaxed.
The thrust was parried by the shield, but the force of it made the Arab stagger back. Kavanagh followed, feinted low, and when the shield went down delivered the point over the top of it, just touching his opponent's chest, who saved his life by jumping back with a slight wound. Kavanagh followed further into the cavern.
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