dyke

And he laughed again, a laugh that seemed to Dyke to be calling him a fool.

Dyke was a shrewd, sarcastic dog in his way, but he had no chance with me.

What on airth are you doin' there in the dyke, little missy?

That is the very infirm legend that is told and sold at the Dyke.

Mrs. Dyke was a practical woman and talked in a practical way.

Joe Emson shouted once more, but Dyke would not turn his head.

Then she left the room with her husband, and Dyke was alone.

“I am disappointed,” said Dyke, looking round about him over the level plain.

“Dissect him,” said Dyke, who was on his knees with his sharp sheath-knife in his hand.

“Then we ought to have stuffed the goblin,” cried Dyke merrily.