"No, Jack," Dan said.
She rose, anxious to be on her way but grateful to take Jack with her.
She thought of Jack, hoping he was still safe with Mrs. Watson but not optimistic he was.
She sat, patted Jack, and lifted the warm soup, sighing.
Jack stretched out on the floor beside the bed.
I packed enough food for Jack for three days.
Jack slept on the couch, and all her belongings were in the wardrobe.
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 waited for her by the door, and she tucked the weapon Mrs. Watson gave her into one cargo pocket.
Jack loped ahead of her then paused to wait at the center of the field.
Jack climbed onto her bed and stretched out.
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.
A thousand thought and memories shuffled through my brain like black jack deck.
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.
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.
Jack sat beside it, wagging his tail.
Lana's apartment held the basics: a place to sleep, a place for her clothes and enough furniture for Jack to sleep on.
Jack sat beside her.
Tired of puzzling over the world around her, Lana shrugged off the rucksack, pushed Jack over, and lay down with him.
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.
Jack was obediently following the girl in yellow that fed him rice.
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.
High, is employed instead of a jack, - recalling, in this respect, the old English form of the game already mentioned.
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.
The jack or kitty, as the white earthenware ball to which the bowler bowls is called, is round and 21 to 21 in.
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.
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 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.
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.