That's you, Condor; so I advise you to look out.
It's easy enough to manage Jim, if you take care.

He'll go as gently as a well-broke filly; but if he once takes a lurch--if he thinks you're too 'proud' or 'big,' it's all up with you.

So mind how you treat Jim." "Well, well," said Belch, impatiently; "we've other business on hand now." "Exactly," said Condor; "we are the Honorable Abel's Jim.

Turn about is fair play.

Jim makes us go; we make Abel go.