"I have been a very wicked man, I fear," said Spike, earnestly.

In the midst of one of these revolting paroxysms Spike breathed his last.

Spike had a conscience that had become hard as iron by means of trade.

Why did Capt. Spike abandon you, Jack; you have never told me that.

But Spike neglected no precaution that experience or skill could suggest.

Both believed that they might follow wherever Spike dared to lead.

Biddy arose from her knees, just as Spike withdrew his eyes from his pursuers.

"There's the man I've picked," announced Tom, pointing to Spike.

We figured the babies to come in about three months—right, Spike?

What if the Spike Horns of the year before had no more horns?