Jim was so unpunctual — always late!

With the instinct of self preservation and defence I struck out at this object with my whip, and there came, of all the sounds I ever heard the one least expected—that of a leather saddleskirt!

The Bat—they called him the Bat.[…]. He'd never been in stir, the bulls had never mugged him, he didn't run with a mob, he played a lone hand, and fenced his stuff so that even the fence couldn't swear he knew his face.

My man shall be with thee, / And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair.