It is but a chip here and a chip there, yet it may bring the tree down in time.

The girl caught her breath, and Chip eyed her sharply from the corner of his eye.

Chip, thinking of the morrow's drive, groaned in real anguish of spirit.

Chip held the creams to a walk and furtively watched his companion.

Chip saw and interpreted the glance, somewhat contemptuously.

The Old Man looked at Chip, intelligence dawning in his face.

"It kinda looks that way, from here," said Chip, inwardly ashamed.

Chip carefully brushed a fly off Polly's flank with the whip.

Chip's way of saying yes was one of his chief weapons of annihilation.

Chip took the cigarette from his lips and emptied his lungs of smoke.