Ag sat on the bed.

It was cold on the water.

The sun shone on his face.

Come on back to the hotel.

They were scattered on the bed.

His head rested on his left arm.

He spat tobacco juice on the log.

The doctor went out on the porch.

He sat with the gun on his knees.

He went to America on a boat from Genoa.

Maybe I’ll have to operate on this lady.

Ag stayed on night duty for three months.

Clean off the sand on account of the saw.

And as I walked on I was lonely no longer.

Liz leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

“All right. Come on, then,” his father said.

He and Ag could hear them below on the balcony.

We talked for a few minutes on the sunny porch.

It was cool in the woods even on such a hot day.

Some of the whiskey ran down on his shirt front.

Dick put the three axes down on the little dock.

Inside on a wooden bunk lay a young Indian woman.

He set down his suitcase and knocked on the door.

Jim took a long pull on his way back to the house.

He was sitting on his bed now, cleaning a shotgun.

There were wet dead leaves on the paving of the courtyard.

“I’ll put some peroxide on that, George,” the doctor said.

Maera lay still, his head on his arms, his face in the sand.

They rushed it, and officers came out alone and worked on it.

There was a great shouting going on in the grandstand overhead.

One of the white men sat on his cot with his head in his hands.

He had casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighbourhood.

The corridor was high and narrow with tiers of cells on either side.

They laid Maera down on a cot and one of the men went for the doctor.

The other lay flat on his cot with a blanket wrapped around his head.

They whack-whacked the white horse on the legs and he kneed himself up.

Liz sat at the table after she put on the food and ate with the family.

Eddy and Billy Tabeshaw leaned on their cant-hooks sweating in the sun.

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

All the time Jim was gone on the deer hunting trip Liz thought about him.

If no one came for them they would be left to waterlog and rot on the beach.

Eddy and Billy Tabeshaw leaned on their cant-hooks and looked at the doctor.

Liz took her coat off the peg on the kitchen wall and they went out the door.

Carts were jammed solid on the bridge with camels bobbing along through them.

He mounted on the edge of the lower bunk with the lamp in one hand and looked in.

He did not understand English but he had sweat all the time the row was going on.

It was much lighter on the logging road as the timber was cut away on both sides.

Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed expression on her little finger.

He had so much equipment on and looked awfully surprised and fell down into the garden.

The young Indian stopped and blew out his lantern and they all walked on along the road.