This, and this alone, enabled him to procure game, for, being short-sighted, he could hit nothing beyond fifty yards, except a buffalo or a barn-door.
Yet that same lithe body, which seemed as though totally unhinged, could no more be bent, when the muscles were strung, than an iron post.

No one wrestled with Henri unless he wished to have his back broken.

Few could equal and none could beat him at running or leaping except Dick Varley.

When Henri ran a race even Joe Blunt laughed outright, for arms and legs went like independent flails.

When he leaped, he hurled himself into space with a degree of violence that seemed to insure a somersault; yet he always came down with a crash on his feet.