The moment it held me I knew it was not a woman's arm.
"Miss Brett--or what I had called Miss Brett--was standing in front of me with a big revolver in her hand and a broad grin on her face.
Miss James was still leaning against the door, but had fallen into an attitude so totally new, and so totally unfeminine, that it gave one a shock.

She was kicking her heels, with her hands in her pockets and her cap on one side.

She was a man.

I mean he was a wo--no, that is I saw that instead of being a woman she--he, I mean--that is, it was a man." Mr Shorter became indescribably flurried and flapping in endeavouring to arrange these genders and his plaid shawl at the same time.

He resumed with a higher fever of nervousness: "As for Miss Mowbray, she--he, held me in a ring of iron.