His vast figure, nourished on sweet meat of the plains, fed by pure air and developed by continual exercise, showed like the torso of a minor Hercules, powerful but not sluggish in its power.

His broad and deep chest, here and there spotted with white scars, arched widely for the vital organs, but showed no clogging fat.
His legs were corded and thin.

His arms were also slender, but showing full of easy-playing muscles with power of rapid and unhampered strength.

Two or three inches above the six-feet mark he stood as he cast off his war bonnet and swept back a hand over the standing eagle plumes, whipped fast to his braided hair.

White Calf was himself a giant.
Yet huge and menacing as he stood, the figure opposed to him was still more formidable.