But there was one person his story did involve, and that was spiker, the tinhorn, tenderfoot sport of Noches.
spiker, my—my dear friend, you won't do that—you won't expose me?
But you are unjust to Mr. spiker—he has not yet howled in my presence—(aside)—though I very nearly did in his!
Not so, Papa; I will marry this Mr. spiker, since it is your wish.
We found that Mrs. spiker had secured her rights, and was on duty that day as nurse.
Mrs. spiker looked very conscious, but Weston smiled at Mary.
spiker was willing to bet that right now Weston was over the way trying to prove to them that two and two was four.
And then those delicious sugar cookies that Mrs. spiker had just baked!
spiker (sitting on the piano, and dusting his boots with a handkerchief).
spiker's kicks become more and more feeble and eventually cease.