stalky

Stalky's hand on my shoulder quietly signalled me out of action, but I felt that my fire had not been misdirected.

Stalky asked of Imam Din, the servant, who came to attention on the marble floor.

"An' they're holdin' another meeting—on us," Stalky panted, his knees in the ditch and his face in the long grass.

Stalky elbowed his way into the press, howling lustily for gas.