“Oh, come along and watch me, then,” said Mack, in good humour, who, with all his two hundred pounds, was lightfooted as a girl.
The Murrays' new big bank barn was considered the finest in the country and the new floor was still quite smooth and eminently suited to a “hoe-down.” Before the darkness had fallen, however, Mack drew Cameron, with Danny, Perkins, and a few of the neighbours who had dropped in, out to the lane and, giving him a big hammer, “Try that,” he said, with some doubt in his tone.
Cameron took the hammer.
“This is the right thing. The weight of it will make more difference to me, however, than to you, Mack.”
“Oh, I'm not so sure,” said Mack. “Show us how you do it.”
The first throw Cameron took easily.
“Twenty-nine paces!” cried Mack, after stepping it off. “Man! that's a great throw, and you do it easy.”
“Not much of a throw,” laughed Cameron. “Try it yourself.”
Ignoring the swing, Mack tried the throw in his own style and hurled the hammer two paces beyond Cameron's throw.
“You did that with your arms only,” said Cameron. “Now you must put legs and shoulders into it.”