Pat only nodded.

As luck had it, he had not gone twenty feet in the street before Pat appeared.

Hitching his cartridge belt around, Pat glanced upward briefly at the Palace and started that way with Cobb at his side.

Pat pushed through first.

Halting, Pat turned to survey him deliberately.

Pat moved into it.

Pat saw Gyp Carmer staggering forward, a half-filled bottle upraised as if to strike.

Complying methodically, Pat pulled pocket after pocket inside out without finding a thing.

Pat nodded.

Pausing in the outside door to glance behind him, Pat looked his unspoken warning and stepped out.

Pat paused there, looking across at the young fellow.

Pat swung into the saddle, yet still he delayed, his brows puckered.

`` Pat had never pretended to give advice in such affairs.

Pat let him go, following more leisurely.

`` I'm Billy Tilghman '', said the stranger, `` and I've come for Pat Conyers' body ''.

I've come for Pat Conyers' body ''.

The Reverend James Doran had scarcely completed Pat Conyers' last rites on Boot Hill in the township of Petrie, when shots were heard in the distance.

Everyone knows that private detectives in real life are not like Sam Spade and Pat Novak, but the real and the imaginary musician are closely linked.

I don't know what we would have done if Pat O'Dwyer hadn't come to town.

Pat O'Dwyer looked like a heavier Jim.

Now Pat may have been a lecher and a plugugly, but he was a good churchgoing Catholic and he loved his little sister.

Pat took Eileen and me out to dinner at a swell steak house and told us with tears in his eyes how happy he was we had come together again.

Pat had been worried as hell ever since she'd lost her job on that fashion magazine.

Pat meanwhile was bubbling over with sentiment.

He fled through the door and down the steps, running, and the men grunted and followed, pushing Lester to one side where he backed against the wall with the sleeve of his jacket raised before his eyes to shut out the light.

Wild boar watched their progress with little pig eyes, and grunted derision when they didn't consider such game worthy of a shot from the.

The rancher grunted an acknowledgement but didn't move.

The colonel grunted, then made a remark which might be construed in either of two ways.

He grunted a sort of `` yes '' answer.

`` It does '', Shayne grunted sourly, still able to taste her mouth on his in the Green Jungle parking lot.

Geely grunted and slid partly out, and Shayne's left arm snaked in around his neck to help him, while he set himself solidly on the roadway and swung his right fist to the big, gum-chewing jaw before Geely could straighten up.

I grunted, sipping.

Their music was fast, unpolished in production and with raspy or grunted vocals.

The P. M. grunted that he was very sorry to hear this.

For instance, in Tavolga ’ s experiments, toadfish grunted when electrically shocked and over time they came to grunt at the mere sight of an electrode.

Frogs ( in bottle ) floated beside his easel ; and with all these creatures he kept up a most playful, loving style of conversation ; though, often enough, any human beings about him, or such even as came to see him, were growled or grunted at in no social fashion.

" It could only happen in Hollywood ," I grunted.

The Face merely grunted during his appearance in " The End of the World ", communicated telepathically in " New Earth " and " Gridlock ", and spoke for the first and last time in the latter, and was voiced by Struan Rodger.