“I stand for America all the way,” roque shouted as he was arrested.
roque and a group of officers about him followed the speeders through field glasses.
Theodora gasped for breath; she gazed on roque with astonishment.
This from roque, as he rejoined his companions standing by the aroplanes.
roque obeyed—Theodora indeed slept, but it was the sleep of death.
The boys were satisfied that roque's renown had not all of it been won on the ground.
They stood, facing the real roque they knew by former experience.
"Oil nearly out, sir," were the words that brought roque to his feet like a jumping-jack.
roque owned to himself that his quickfire had failed to get results.
The bitter emphasis of roque indicated that he laid the blame of this unexpected invasion upon one head—that of Ardelle.
1899, "arbitrary alteration of croquet" [OED].