Dick was a big man.

Dick left the gate open.

I had a row with Dick Boulton.

Dick said something in Ojibway.

“Don’t get huffy, Doc,” said Dick.

Dick had three axes under his arm.

Dick Boulton looked at the doctor.

Dick Boulton turned to Nick’s father.

“Put it right in,” Dick Boulton shouted.

“Don’t go off at half cock, Doc,” Dick said.

“Don’t talk that way, Dick,” the doctor said.

“I want to see who it belongs to,” Dick said.

Dick put the three axes down on the little dock.

“You’d better not saw it up then, Dick,” he said, shortly.

Dick Boulton walked around past the cottage down to the lake.

Dick picked up the axes and Eddy took the saw down from the tree.

The doctor chewed the beard on his lower lip and looked at Dick Boulton.

Dick Boulton came from the Indian camp to cut up logs for Nick’s father.

Dick was a half-breed and many of the farmers around the lake believed he was really a white man.

Dick kneeled down in the sand and looked at the mark of the scaler’s hammer in the wood at the end of the log.

Well, Dick owes me a lot of money for pulling his squaw through pneumonia and I guess he wanted a row so he wouldn’t have to take it out in work.