MacBride

He looked at Small and then he turned and looked at MacBride.

One day I was sitting on the porch and MacBride came out of the locker room and sat down beside me.

Putting that and the cleek shot together, the light broke in on me—and my first impulse was to kick Archie MacBride.

Once more it fell calm, and, as the Captain was walking the quarterdeck, Dr Macbride came up to him with a grave face.

While I still stood in the door-way, Mrs. Macbride, whom I had not observed until then, rose from her knees beside the bed.