I—I am rather apologetic, Jack, because I didn't explain to you sooner.
Jack Bates looked up from emptying the third spoon of sugar into his coffee.
"Yes, that was another of Jack's fool schemes," put in Slim.
"I don't think you'll go alone," asserted Jack Bates, grabbing his hat.
Chilluns always like to stay with their fathahs when they's nice as my Papa Jack is.
"But Papa Jack would die befo' he'd take help from you," she wailed.
"Come an' see Papa Jack, too," she cried, leading him into the next room.
The new askari headman, Jack, had reported pridefully to Kingozi.
And do you remember what I said to that villain, Jack Malyoe, that night as his boat went by us?
This is the true story of the death of Capt. Jack Scarfield.