Stan Jessop taught at a different school now but lived in the same small 1930s semi-detached as he had done ten years ago. Stan made him sound like an old allotment guy but he was only thirty-six.

[N]ow the big Thanksgiving dinner which they had eaten was beginning to work upon them a spell of dormancy.

Here we usually find the caballero aiming his pistol in one direction while pointing his reined-in steed in another, as if ready to wheel and dash to safety.

We see him peg legging his way down the alley as Twist gives the signal once more.