And like knives they buried themselves in Thor's wounded shoulder, and the blood spurted forth afresh.
They spurt, automatically and often, like Old Faithful.
Slowly the squire pulled closer to the front; the deacon's horse, realizing what it meant to his master and to him, spurted bravely, but, struggle as gamely as he might, the odds were too many for him, and he dropped to the rear.
The flames spurted up eagerly, bright and cheery, and threw dancing light among the wavering shadows.
The blood spurted high in the air.