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Of the two, Irwin was far the more powerful, Keller the more agile and supple. He knew every trick of the wrestling game, whereas the other was clumsy and muscle-bound. By main strength the older man got to his feet again. Over went the table as they surged against it. A chair, stamped into kindling, was hurled aside by the force of their impact.
He had played the smooth, expert, scornful game of the caddie with a natural swing from the lithe waist and a follow-through that was the envy of the muscle-bound men who watched him. He hadn't played in years. The game no longer interested him. He entered the shelter lunchroom. The counters were lined with lean, brown, hungry men and lean, brown, hungry women.
Some of the more hilarious cavorted, and tried clumsy shuffles on the corners when the raucous-voiced man howled: "Bala-a-ance all!" and others merely jigged up and down with stiff jerks and muscle-bound limbs, gravely, and with a desperate, earnest endeavor to enjoy themselves.
His constant heavy lifting made him as hard as nails and as strong as a horse; the continual demand on his agility in riding the logs kept him active and prevented him from becoming muscle-bound; in his wild heart was not the least trace of fear of anything that walked, crawled, or flew. And he was as tireless as machinery, and apparently as indifferent to punishment as a man cast in iron.
I am an outdoor man myself, but I have never seen the day when I was a match for Boris Bothwell at feats of strength. Unusually deep in the chest and wide of shoulder, with long, well-packed arms that gave his big, sinewy hands a tremendous grip, he was not in the least muscle-bound.
They will not and they should not continue to tolerate the gap between promise and performance in government. The fact is that we have made the Federal Government so strong it grows muscle-bound and the States and localities so weak they approach impotence. If we put more power in more places, we can make government more creative in more places.
In that long moment of suspense Knell's body gradually stiffened, and at last the quivering ceased. He crouched. His eyes had a soul-piercing fire. Duane watched them. He waited. He caught the thought the breaking of Knell's muscle-bound rigidity. Then he drew. Through the smoke of his gun he saw two red spurts of flame. Knell's bullets thudded into the ceiling.
The opposites meet in it so strikingly. It may be the most cruel, exacting tyrant. It may be the most faithful, intelligent servant. If it come into a man's life unaccompanied by a high, controlling motive power, it has most peculiar effects upon him. It often wrinkles up his face, and ties hard knots in the wrinkled lines. It can dwarf a warm hand into a cold, hard, muscle-bound fist.
"You think Holme a poor talker?" asked Sir Donald. "Precious poor. His brain is muscle-bound, I believe. Robin, you know I'm miserable to-night you offer me nothing to drink." "I beg your pardon. Help yourself. And, Sir Donald, what will you ?" "Nothing, thank you." "Try one of those cigars." Sir Donald took one and lit it quietly, looking at Carey, who seemed to interest him a good deal.
While the two men were pulling on the gloves, Gerald managed a word apart with the trainer. "Can you do him, Murph?" he whispered. "Sure!" said the handler. "Them kind's always as slow as dray-horses. They gets muscle-bound." "Give it to him," said Gerald, "but don't kill him. He's a friend of mine."
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