Briggs

“I was warned not to go into the Tropicana, very, very severely,” Briggs once told me.

Here we found Briggs waiting for us, with a face the expression of which told its tidings without words.

Briggs touched his hat,—in the same instant he winked at Louise, and then the carriage rolled away.

If you be head of Briggs and Cater you will come to give an edict to one of your firm.

Came the barefoot slatting of a Malay, pad-pad-padding aft, and the sound of a soft-voiced: Captain Briggs, sar?

While this was going on, Briggs's horse was shot and he found himself on foot, with three confederate prisoners on his hands.