It was just as if a crystal fountain had spurted in their eyes.

The tune floated forth, ceased, spurted up once more, and died.

But they had spurted too often already, and another and a greater was more than they could bear.

It had dappled their throats and spurted over their garments.

But the active little man also spurted and did not fall far behind.

Indeed, he spun and, as it were, spurted down that mighty face of ice.

The Primus hummed and hissed, and the pemmican-pot bubbled and spurted.

The Dartaway answered promptly and spurted ahead at a good pace.

From it spurted jets of scented water, which cooled and perfumed the air.

The ashy plain just in front of him spurted in little fountains of white dust.