rex

"I thought you weren't superstitious, Rex;" this was a woman's voice.

There's no saying what might have happened to you if Rex hadn't been on the job.

The only member of the party who seemed in high spirits was Rex.

This is Rex Slinkard, ranchman, poet-painter, and man of the living world.

There will be no argument to offer or to maintain regarding the work of Rex Slinkard.

Rex is all kindness; but he's a little shocked at our French customs.

A movement of similar sonority is the "Rex Tremendæ Majestatis."

"No, not if the brute will get out of our way," answered Rex.

Rex exclaimed, as he pushed his way through the branches into the hole.

"All right, old man," and Rex stopped and threw his rifle to his shoulder.