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Updated: June 28, 2025
All at once Teddy let drive a short-arm blow at the head of the baboon. Few things could withstand that blow, and least of all a baboon. It landed fairly on the grinning jaws and Bruiser's head jolted backwards as if it were going right on into the river. Teddy lost his balance, aided in this by the fact that Bruiser had fastened to the lad's pajamas. "They're going to fall!" roared Mr. Sparling.
More than ever was he believing that Harvey D. Whipple had chosen wrongly from available Cowans. On the day when he first made the Newbern course in, approximately, one hundred and twenty those short-arm iron shots were beginning to lengthen down the centre of the fairway he was sure of it. It must be said that Sharon was alone in this conviction.
Bancroft made a sharp short-arm throw. Clover took the ball handsomely, and Mulloy was tagged as he slid. "Out!" announced Carker. "Why, the kids think they can steal on ye, Mitt!" sneered McCann, while the Rovers, with the exception of Bender, shouted with laughter. Two men were out, and there was a strike on Merriwell. Bender tried to pull Frank with a couple of wide ones.
Alan's free hand reached for and located the arm that was wielding the bayonet, and for a moment the two wrestled desperately for its possession. Then a key clicked, and the room was flooded with incandescent light, just as Alan, releasing his grip on the Russian's throat, dealt him a short-arm blow on the chin with all the power of his practiced muscles.
As the supper progressed, Laramie watched almost in awe the short-arm jabs she gave the meat on the broiler. The cuffs of her shirtwaist, half back to her elbows, revealed white arms tapering to wrists molded like the ankles, and hands that his eyes fed on as a miser's feed on gold.
Now, if you'd said four weeks, I might almost have believed you, but two weeks well, it just isn't done, that's all!" "Make fun of it, will you!" said Marty, with another short-arm jab. "Now, listen to me. That thing is simple enough. First off, I'd been thinking four years about being a preacher. On top of that, I'd been a country boy for twenty-three years.
Captain Jack made no reply, but only tried the harder to encircle Jack's neck with his right arm. Suddenly Jack freed his right arm, which had been pressed close to his body by the pirate's left, and brought his fist up under Captain Jack's chin. It was a powerful short-arm blow and the pirate chief staggered back. Jack gave him no time to li ft his guard, but bored in. "Crack! Crack!"
After picking enough sulphur off my clothes to make a box of matches, I reached gently over and tried to put the window up, but it was closed tighter than a sacred saloon on Sunday. I gave the window-sash a couple of upper-cuts and a few short-arm punches, but it sat there and laughed in my face. The brakeman came through, and I spoke to him about the window.
Cheever had bent his neck just enough to escape the fist. He met the weight of Dyckman's rush with all his own weight in a short-arm jab that rocked Dyckman's whole frame and crumpled the white cuirass of his shirt. The fight was within an ace of being ended then and there, but Dyckman's belly was covered with sinew, and he digested the bitter medicine.
During the following rounds, Caradoc stuck to the long range English method of fighting, but over and over Farnol broke through his guard and his short-arm jabs spread a sick numb feeling over Caradoc's sides and chest. The Briton deliberately worked for Greer's eyes. His first round with the silent man convinced him that he would never be able to stop that massive steel body with a knock-out.
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