"Easy, pardner, easy," he warned me in a low voice. I looked at
him. His eyes met mine unwaveringly. He was a large man,
broad-shouldered and heavy-muscled; and his face was lazy,
phlegmatic, slothful, withal kindly, yet without passion, and quite
soulless — a dim soul, unmalicious, unmoral, bovine, and stubborn.
Just an animal he was, with no more than a faint flickering of
intelligence, a good-natured brute with the strength and mental
caliber of a gorilla. His hand pressed heavily upon me, and I knew
the weight of the muscles behind. I looked at the other brutes, two
of them unperturbed and incurious, and one of them that gloated
over the spectacle; and my reason came back to me, my muscles
relaxed, and I sank down in the grass...
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