1 He took a thick knife out of his Pocket and opened one of its blades.
2 Dickon carried his knife in his hand and showed her things which she thought wonderful.
3 He knelt and with his knife cut the lifeless-looking branch through, not far above the earth.
4 He was very strong and clever with his knife and knew how to cut the dry and dead wood away, and could tell when an unpromising bough or twig had still green life in it.
5 Mary gave him a brand-new "Barlow" knife worth twelve and a half cents; and the convulsion of delight that swept his system shook him to his foundations.
6 He went to a rotten log near at hand and began to dig under one end of it with his Barlow knife.
7 Injun Joe sprang to his feet, his eyes flaming with passion, snatched up Potter's knife, and went creeping, catlike and stooping, round and round about the combatants, seeking an opportunity.
8 After which he put the fatal knife in Potter's open right hand, and sat down on the dismantled coffin.
9 His hand closed upon the knife; he raised it, glanced at it, and let it fall, with a shudder.
10 The next witness proved the finding of the knife near the corpse.
11 A third witness swore he had often seen the knife in Potter's possession.
12 Joe's knife struck upon something.
13 Injun Joe put his hand on his knife, halted a moment, undecided, and then turned toward the stairway.
14 He put his knife under him, and said he would sleep and get strong, and then he would see who was who.
15 I catched a good big catfish, too, and Jim cleaned him with his knife, and fried him.