They had pulled one sudden stroke ahead, had got their oars in, had run athwart us, and were holding on to our gunwale, before we knew what they were doing.
What with the cries aboard the steamer, and the furious blowing off of her steam, and her driving on, and our driving on, I could not at first distinguish sky from water or shore from shore; but, the crew of the galley righted her with great speed, and, pulling certain swift strong strokes ahead, lay upon their oars, every man looking silently and eagerly at the water astern.
As stroke follows stroke, and he continues to hold his opponent, a wild exhilaration surges through him, followed by a sort of awe, as if he were doing something wrong, even irreligious.
Finally, when Archibald's twenty-first stroke sent the ball trickling into the hole, Gossett had played his thirtieth.
She felt her strength ebbing quickly--her strokes
now were feeble and futile.
There were many men in San Francisco against whom he had registered black marks, and now and again, with one of his lightning strokes
, he erased such a mark.
Conversation threw them out of their stride, as it did this time, compelling Martin to miss a stroke
of his iron and to make two extra motions before he caught his stride again.
The stroke had been a telling one, and I was a little time in recovering my breath.
I started to swim for the Solano shore, but was too weak and chilled, and made so little headway, and at the cost of such painful effort, that I gave it up and contented myself with floating, now and then giving a stroke to keep my balance in the tide-rips which were increasing their commotion on the surface of the water.
And what evil stroke
of fortune," Lucille asked, "induced you to send for me?
They heard, I say, strokes
falling with a measured beat, and a certain rattling of iron and chains that, together with the furious din of the water, would have struck terror into any heart but Don Quixote's.
His mighty strokes
bade fair to close up the distance between us in short order, for at best I could make but slow progress with my unfamiliar craft, which nosed stubbornly in every direction but that which I desired to follow, so that fully half my energy was expended in turning its blunt prow back into the course.
The whole was written in a large, loose-jointed, and school-boyish hand, very thin on the up strokes
and thick on the down, as though care and pains had gone to the fashioning of it.
But he was too feeble, panting and wheezing continually from the exertion and pausing to rest off strokes
and the strokes
of the clock, the strokes
I can't count, keep striking in my head