[Betty Zane by Zane Grey]@TWC D-Link bookBetty Zane CHAPTER XI 16/100
And it was the finest, straightest shot ever made." "Betty, it's a little fancy for redskins, but it'll be a keepsake," answered Lewis, his eyes reflecting the bright smile on her face. Friendly rivalry in feats that called for strength, speed and daring was the diversion of the youth of that period, and the pioneers conducted this good-natured but spirited sport strictly on its merits.
Each contestant strove his utmost to outdo his opponent.
It was hardly to be expected that Alfred would carry off any of the laurels.
Used as he had been to comparative idleness he was no match for the hardy lads who had been brought up and trained to a life of action, wherein a ten mile walk behind a plow, or a cord of wood chopped in a day, were trifles.
Alfred lost in the foot-race and the sackrace, but by dint of exerting himself to the limit of his strength, he did manage to take one fall out of the best wrestler. He was content to stop here, and, throwing himself on the grass, endeavored to recover his breath.
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