This I prevented by myself putting out all my power.

For a minute or more we stood motionless, gazing into each other's faces.

Then I saw a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead, and I knew that he was beaten.

Slowly his grip relaxed, and his hand grew limp and slack while my own tightened ever upon it, until he was forced in a surly, muttering voice to request that I should unhand him.
'Teufel und hexerei!' he cried, wiping away the blood which oozed from under his nails, 'I might as well put my fingers in a rat-trap.

You are the first man that ever yet exchanged fair hand-grips with Anthony Buyse.' 'We breed brawn in England as well as in Brandenburg,' said Saxon, who was shaking with laughter over the German soldier's discomfiture.