potch

Who slips to the seat of question and melts all Into one potch of folly!

Then Potch would know what perhaps he ought to have known already.

"Potch doesn't seem to fancy sellin' at all for a bit," Michael said.

But there was no resentment in Potch's bearing to him, Michael had convinced himself.

Yet Potch must know about the stones; he must have seen them.

Mr. Armitage had fixed his eyes on Potch from the moment he came into the hut.

Slowly and surely Potch had lived down that distrust and contempt.

Potch Was holding his spider off from a surface of opal his pick had clipped.

Potch remarked vaguely that he had to see Paul, and went out of the hut.

Nobody knew just where to put a hand on them—not even Potch.