What is "braced"

Usage examples of "braced".

Dincrist took a half step toward them, and Alacrity braced for a dustup.

Time after time the watchers on the ship saw the stiff rod bend suddenly as he braced himself to heave a struggling albacore of thirty or forty pounds into the canoe.

Wagner, wearing the camouflage pattern coveralls and the pips of a captain of the Armee Nationale Congolaise, sat on the floor of the cabin, his back braced against the rear bulkhead.

He had braced himself there, evidently to belay Cal against a fall that would send him skidding down the rock slope below.

An eight-point turn meant the men had to spin the great wheel several revolutions, and the quartermaster crouched ready over the binnacle, watching the compass and the dogvanes as well as glancing up at the luffs of the sails, which were beginning to flap as they lost the wind, although the yards were already being braced up.

He felt the Biter heel as she laid off to the breeze, watched the fore braced round and sheeted, and took time to marvel in her quiet beauty as she cut out and swung round to take the seaward flow.

Instead of hauling hard up, as the race demanded and the Biter men expected, he spun the wheel to put her head to windward while his crew good, fast men despite their worn appearances -braced main and fore yards round at such a speed they went aback instantly, with a battery of explosive cracks.

She breathed the air, even though it were close and packed with thunder, and as the hill grew steeper by the Bowder Stone, she set her knees to it and braced her back and climbed bravely to the turning of the road.

Liam eased Norton back to the ground, crouched, and braced himself as Bummer jumped into his lap with a joyful yip.

HAD been braced for Clea, so he was pleasantly surprised when he fell on somebody soft and padded.

He looked her up and down slowly, and Clea braced herself for the insult.

Saw Crick, elbow braced against the doorjamb, talking to Sam, neither of them whispering either.

He stood with his fists on his hips, legs braced, waiting for Cubby or Junior, for Jack or Carl Ray.

As Van Deef had done the night before, he unconsciously braced for the crash into the blue wall.

Sunday light he strode away, his spirit braced by the biting air, the Northern cold, the ragged bloody sky, which was somehow prophetic to him of glorious fulfilment, and at the same time depressed by the grey enormous weight of Sunday tedium and dreariness all around him.