sweat sock

Sweat poured from underneath his helmet and down the thin points of his sandy blond hair.

The boy was hurt; my heart went out to him, for the memory of my own sock-ball and tickley-bender days came back to me.

"I was playin' sock-ball," snuffled the boy, and a solitary tear rolled down his snub nose.

A mist came before his eyes, the cold sweat stood upon his ashy face, his limbs failed him, and he sunk upon his knees.

These cigars rarely "char" in burning; certainly not, if made of good quality of tobacco and thoroughly sweat.

The sweat of death was already on his brow as he reeled sideways, plunging blindly across the uneven tufts of grass.