Mrs. o'toole stood in the doorway with a rough stick in her left hand and a frown on her brow.
When he was not studying, he was botanizing or mineralogizing with o'toole's chaplain.
o'toole turned a stolid, uncomprehending face upon the courier.
Why don't you return the goats to o'toole while you are at it?
o'toole knew the redskin well enough to comprehend quickly that further argument and pleading would be a waste of words.
o'toole stood with a rifle in his hands, looking pale and agitated.
Wogan paced up and down the road, while he listened for o'toole's return, and that thought cheated the time for him.
"But it's th' divvil's own doin's there was before thot," said o'toole.
From the spot where o'toole had been, Blake heard a sullen thud and a long groan of pain.
o'toole rose from his place of concealment, grinning triumphantly.