We made a tacit division of duties: I did the talking, and "Egypt" went through the manual labor of knocking our opponents down.

In the numerous little encounters in which our company was engaged, "Egypt" would stand by my side, silent, grim and patient, while I pursued the dialogue with the leader of the other crowd.

As soon as he thought the conversation had reached the proper point, his long left arm stretched out like a flash, and the other fellow dropped as if he had suddenly come in range of a mule that was feeling well.

That unexpected left-hander never failed.

It would have made Charles Reade's heart leap for joy to see it.
In spite of our company and our watchfulness, the Raiders beat us badly on one occasion.