He was tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together (490).
He came clattering up to the school door with an invitation to Ichabod to attend a merrymaking or "quilting frolic", to be held that evening at the Mynheer Van Tassel's (499).
"If I can but reach the bridge," thought Ichabod "I am safe.' Just then he heard the black steed panting and blowing close behind him (507).
The next morning the old horse was found without his saddle... Ichabod did not make his appearance at breakfast... Hans Van Ripper now began to feel some uneasiness about the fate of poor Ichabod (507).
Brom Bones too, who shortly after his rival's disappearance conducted blooming Katrina in triumph at the altar (508).