He had long believed, in secret, that his old pard, Tom Terror, was the leader of the Thugs that infested the famous pass; he was confident of it now, and it would be safe to say that, as he rode along, his neck did not itch as formerly.

Slanters turn off those you want to convince — it's like preaching to the converted. Worse, though they may work for the moment, they don't stick. Without reinforcement, the other person will remember only the joke or jibe.

But Pompey's party declined that proposal, while Cæsar was pozing a menacing enigma at Ravenna.

He had finally arrived on Broadway.