"Oh, it's you, is it?
You white-livered"-- --He did not finish, for the arm of the blond giant shot out against his face like a beetle, and down he rolled on the grass.
The sound of the blow made Johnny give an involuntary, quick cry.
"No human bein' could have stood up agin that blow," Crandall said afterwards.

"It was like a mule a-kickin'." As Steve slowly gained his feet, the silence was so great that Johnny could hear the thumping of his heart and the fierce, almost articulate breathing of Steve.

The chatter and roar of the drunken crowd had been silenced by this encounter of the giants.

The open door, where Hank stood, sent a reddish bar of light upon the two men as they faced each other with a sort of terrific calm.

In his swift gaze in search of his brother, John noticed the dark wood, the river murmuring drowsily over its foam-wreathed pebbles, and saw his brother's face white with excitement, but not fear.
Lime's blow had dazed Steve for a moment, but at the same time it had sobered him.