Joe and Harry stepped back as though the light had blinded them.
"He didn't never work like that before," declared Joe.
The ax was buried almost to the haft in the tough wood, and the steel was wrenching out with a squeak of the metal against the resisting wood.

Again the blinding circle and the indescribable sound of the ax's impact, slicing through the wood.

A great chip snapped up high over the shoulder of the chopper and dropped solidly to the ground at the feet of the brothers.

Again they exchanged glances and drew a little closer together.

The log divided under the shower of eating blows, and Bull attacked the next section.
Presently he came to a pause, leaning on the handle of the ax and staring into the distance.