But he was a thoroughly bad man for all that, and the
number of men whom he had killed had been forgotten.
His feats of strength were the talk of barrooms and bunk houses. He had
been seen many times to break horseshoes with his hands, and as for
bending a bar of iron by striking the muscles of his forearm with it,
that was one of his ordinary tricks.
But the thing of which he was proudest was his ability to buck a man off
his back. In this feat he barred none, no matter how heavy. He would get
on his hands and knees, place a surcingle around his body under his arms
for his rider to hold on by, and then proceed to buck.
It would seem impossible for a man to stick to him under such
circumstances, and no one had been found yet who could do so.
Thus it was that those of the crowd who had witnessed this feat
sometimes in a fight, and more often in friendly contest, looked to see
Ted sailing through the air, and then the finish, for Shan Rhue was a
merciless enemy.
Ted was now straddling the prostrate bully, who was breathing heavily,
his body heaving as his lungs tried to get back into commission.
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