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I was going to say I was sorry, but before I could get the words out the tram eased up, for some reason or other, and that, of course, shot me forward again, and I butted into a white-haired old chap, who looked to me like a professor. Well, he never smiled, never moved a muscle." "Maybe, he was thinking of something else," I suggested.
"Oh, I sweated the beef off 'em, and then I sweated some muscle on to 'em. It was rather a lark." "If that's your way of lookin' at it, we can give you all the larks you want. Young Davies isn't feelin' quite fit, and he's next for detachment duty. Care to go for him?" "'Sure he wouldn't mind? I don't want to shove myself forward, you know." "You needn't bother on Davies's account.
The lads all around him were standing up, and were beginning to talk to each other in the high-pitched, shouting voices that they had been compelled to use all day long, not yet realizing to the full that the tumult of the battle had ceased. The boy felt stiff and sore in every bone and muscle, and, although the cannon and rifles were silent, there was still a hollow roaring in his ears.
That there are species of the same race superior in mental as well as in physical formation is certainly true. The peculiar organization of the brain, its fineness of texture in some, distinguish them as mentally superior to others, as the greater development of bone and muscle marks the superiority of physical power.
"I don't know any better way to make people believe in me than to stand up for what I think to be right," said Dick sharply. "Stand up all you like," Lenox answered. "But the trouble with most good people is that they are contented to stand up. To arrive anywhere you've got to get right down and scrap." "Oh, I'm only trying my muscle a bit," Dick answered laughingly.
Young Jennings was to have shared the same fate; but a trader in the village, learning that the boy was known to John Sevier, ransomed him by a large payment of goods, as a return for an act of kindness Sevier had once done to him. "Sunday 12th.... After running until about 10 o'clock came in sight of the Muscle Shoals.
Don't you worry, now, about anything not even Sandy. If he's gone back to the hills I'll bet he finds Tom. They'll be all right." "Do you think so, Casey? And will you do that much for me? I'm awfully sore and tired. Every bone and muscle of me aches." "You poor little girl." He raised her in his arms. "Come on, girls, and put her to bed. I'll carry her in."
She was so convinced of my simplicity that she ventured to say that she considered her Adam by far more beautiful than her Eve, because in her drawing of the man she had omitted nothing, every muscle being visible, while there was none conspicuous in Eve. "It is," she added, "a figure with nothing in it." "Yet it is the one which I shall like best." "No; believe me, Adam will please you most."
Still, whether in elation or anxiety, Wharton seemed to himself throughout the whole period to be a fighter, straining every muscle, his back to the wall and his hand against every man.
It was fine to be able once more to stretch out and shake loose every little muscle, to be able to draw in a long breath, just as deep as one wanted, free from the muffling of a foul mouth gag. The world was a good old place in which to live and surely Glen would henceforth try to live in it in an appreciable manner. "Look here, fellows," said Chick-chick. "I know all about this old wagon.