I never saw an eye like his.

It gave me not fear, but horror! The more I encountered him, the more uncanny he appeared.

The lock of the arm at the back of the neck, those holds known as the Nelson and the half-Nelson, and the ancient "hip lock," and the ineffectual schoolboy "grapevine"-- he would none of things so crude, and slipped out of them like a snake.

Continually I felt his hands, and where he touched there was pain--on my forehead, at the edge of the eye sockets, at the sides of my neck, in the middle of my back--whenever we locked and broke I felt pain, and I knew that such assault upon the nerve centers of a man's body might well disable him, no matter how strong he was.

But, as for him, he did not breathe the faster.