"Good hound, Blazer," cried Sir Simon, recognising the voice of his dog.
I expected, from my knowledge of your conduct, that you would come and try and get the blazer.
My hand went to the pocket of my blazer where I had a little revolver.
At the time of the Roberts fight, he was running the sawmill for Dr. Blazer.
He said, more to himself than to anyone else, "Blazer's guns ...