He has always been a rover, often tried to settle down but could not.
"I will venture a rover with you, or try long-butts or hoyles," said old Johnston.
"Lay along, Rover," I muttered, preparing for another snooze.
If he said he was a “Rover,” they claimed to be “Hounds,” and pounded him.
"I'd like to bring one of them down," said the oldest Rover boy.
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