He had also come to a new resolution, one that cost him so much that beads of perspiration came out on his forehead.
"Bull," he said gravely, "I'm going to tell you the secret." "You've told me a dozen already," Bull sighed.

"You've taught me how to swing the muzzle up, and not too far up, and how to lean back instead of forward, and how to harden the arm muscles just as I pull the trigger, and how to squeeze with the whole hand and keep my wrist stiff, and how--" "None of them things counts," said Pete gravely, almost sadly, "compared to what I'm going to tell you.

Stand up!" It was plain that he was going to give something from the depths of his mind.

The cost and importance of it made his eyes like steel and drew his mouth to a thin, straight line.
Bull Hunter arose; and as the great body unfolded and the legs straightened, it seemed that he would never reach his full height.
At length he stood, enormous, wide, towering.

He was not a freak, but simply a perfectly proportioned man increased to a huge scale.
Pete Reeve canted his head back and looked into the face of the giant.
There was a momentary affectionate appreciation in his eye.