He walked over to Spud, lifted the dummy into position in the crook of his arm.
He folded Spud in his arms and followed the two men to the door.
And now there was only a trace of the brogue in Spud's voice.
"Yellah," Spud had said, but the description was no longer apt.
But Spud O'Malley must have experienced no such delicacy of feeling.
"You don't know the Commander, ...