On the field, McMillin has a jargon all his own. To avoid profanity, he yelps, "Well, I'll be a dirty name.” He urges his runners to be “loosy-goosy” […]

That day he ran to school extra fast.

As the last straw breaks the laden camel's back.

If I have the chance, I will make our worshipful Sheriff pay right well for that which he hath done to me. Maybe I may bring him some time into Sherwood Forest and have him to a right merry feast with us.