"No, Jack," Dan said.
I packed enough food for Jack for three days.
She rose, anxious to be on her way but grateful to take Jack with her.
On crown-greens it is customary to use a small biased wooden jack to give the bowler some clue to the run of the green.
Jack waited for her by the door, and she tucked the weapon Mrs. Watson gave her into one cargo pocket.
Jack slept on the couch, and all her belongings were in the wardrobe.
Jack loped ahead of her then paused to wait at the center of the field.
Tired of puzzling over the world around her, Lana shrugged off the rucksack, pushed Jack over, and lay down with him.
With Jack beside her, the tiny compartment was crowded.
"Come on, Jack," she whispered.
Jack was restless, and she rested her hand on his head to keep him still.
Jack whined from nearby, and Lana moved to his side, unable to help the two soldiers tending to Brady.
Jack ran from the house to greet them, nearly bowling Brady over.
Subject to the rule as to the shortest distance to which the jack must be thrown (25 yds.), there is no prescribed size for the lawn; but 42 yds.
In theory the game of bowls is very simple, the aim of the player being to roll his bowl so as to cause it to rest nearer to the jack than his opponent's, or to protect a well-placed bowl, or to dislodge a better bowl than his own.
The leader has to place the mat, to throw the jack, to count the game, and to call the result of each end or head to the skip who is at the other end of the green.
The third player, who does any measuring that may be necessary to determine which bowl or bowls may be nearest the jack, holds almost as responsible a position as the captain, whose place, in fact, he takes whenever the skip is temporarily absent.
Before he leaves the jack to play, he must observe the situation of the bowls of both sides.
The score having been counted, the leader then places the mat, usually within a yard of the spot where the jack lay at the conclusion of the head, and throws the jack in the opposite direction for a fresh end.
A legal jack must travel at least 25 yds.
A thousand thought and memories shuffled through my brain like black jack deck.
I want to play jack-in-the-box and pop out of the closet.
Jack, the shepherd mix, nudged her, and she trotted down the stairs and up the steps to her elderly neighbor's condo.
Accustomed to late-night jaunts to the neighbor's, Jack walked into the condo and took up his spot on the couch.
She thought of Jack, hoping he was still safe with Mrs. Watson but not optimistic he was.
Her only regret in leaving everything behind was not bringing Jack with her.
Jack smelled clean and looked healthy with his long pink tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth.
She sat, patted Jack, and lifted the warm soup, sighing.
Lana's apartment held the basics: a place to sleep, a place for her clothes and enough furniture for Jack to sleep on.
Jack stretched out on the floor beside the bed.
Jack crossed to what had been his favorite spot on the couch.
Jack padded to her and thrust his moist nose into her ear.
Jack sat beside her.
Jack climbed onto her bed and stretched out.
She mirrored the movement, feeding meat to Jack as she ate.
She placed it on the ground and watched Jack wolf down the rest.
Jack trotted ahead of them back into the town.
Lana watched the toddlers greet Jack excitedly.
The toddlers left Jack at her cheerful voice and crowded around the crate.
She and Jack joined the others on the street, going to the bonfires.
Jack helped her eat her meat and then finished off the rice and beans.
Kelli giggled as she fed Jack the remainder of her meal as well.
Jack rose and shook himself off.
Mike strode down one, and she checked to make sure Jack was with her before following.
Lana squeezed herself and Jack into the small space behind him.
The man who piloted her across the river stayed in the sub, and she and Jack climbed out.
"Mr. Jones," was Jack Webster, a local realtor, who was apparently having an affair with the wife of a city council member.
He was still searching and putting things back together when Officer Jack McCarty and his female partner Jenny Nachman arrived, with the doctor close on their heels.
It was patrolman Jack McCarty.
He told her about Cynthia and she talked about someone named Jack who was a med student whose family thought she was a jerk and they both decided life was too damned complicated and lots of the times it sucked, but not at times like this.
Jack was obediently following the girl in yellow that fed him rice.
When Jack Cade's rebellion occurred in 1450 Waynflete was employed with Archbishop Stafford, the chancellor, to negotiate with the rebels at St Margaret's church, Southwark, close to Winchester House.
"JACK LONDON (1876-1916), American novelist, was born at San Francisco Jan.
See The Book of Jack London (1921), by his wife Charmian London.
Strutt (Sports and Pastimes) suggests that the first player's bowl may have been regarded by the second player as a species of jack; but in that case it is not clear what was the first player's target.
High, is employed instead of a jack, - recalling, in this respect, the old English form of the game already mentioned.
The jack or kitty, as the white earthenware ball to which the bowler bowls is called, is round and 21 to 21 in.
So he will endeavour to be "on the jack," the ideal position being a bowl at rest immediately in front of or behind it.
The name and idea caught on, and by mid-January the biggest names of the day were promoting it on their shows: Jack Benny, Bing Crosby, and Rudy Vallee, to name but a few.
In a heated moment the phrase "jack-booted thug" slips out, and it is all downhill from there.
Jack Frost had dressed them in gold and crimson.
Every year Santa Claus takes a journey over the world in a sleigh drawn by a strong and rapid steed called "Rudolph."
"He will know how to make good use of the treasure," added Jack Frost; then he told the fairies not to loiter by the way, but to do his bidding quickly.
Helen told me that for a long time she had thought of Jack Frost as a king, because of the many treasures which he possessed.
I asked Helen what stories she had read about Jack Frost.
She could not remember that any one had ever read to her any stories about King Frost, but said she had talked with her teacher about Jack Frost and the wonderful things he did.
However far he has walked, whatever strange, unknown, and dangerous places he reaches, just as a sailor is always surrounded by the same decks, masts, and rigging of his ship, so the soldier always has around him the same comrades, the same ranks, the same sergeant major Ivan Mitrich, the same company dog Jack, and the same commanders.
She opened a bottle of Jack Daniels and set out three glasses.
Jack sat beside it, wagging his tail.