The belt and the guns were tossed onto the bed, and Hal Dozier sat down.
Brace your belt, Watkins, man, and swing your shoulders as a free companion should.
I have a bag at my belt, camarade, and you have but to put your fist into it for what you want.
They, therefore, persuaded Sir Hyde to prefer the passage of the Belt.
The knife looked terrible; but it was sheathed and ...