jacky

Sometimes I think of it like water-skiing, and Jacky’s the boat.

Jacky, Dieuseul, and I slept in the truck to the extent sleep was possible.

It was several seconds, perhaps a minute, before Jacky said that it must have been an earthquake.

Jacky came instantly down, showed his ivories, and admitted his friend's existence on the word of the dog.

Meantime Jacky had killed his opossum and was now following their trail at an easy trot.

George and Jacky pulled Jem out of the water with the spear sticking in him; the water was discolored with his blood.

Good-hearted George did as related, and moreover promised to give Jacky a hiding if ever he caught him again.

Now if the truth must be told, Jacky had come back to the camp with Jem, and would have marched before this into George's tent.