knobbled

Updated: July 31, 2026

They were, in fact, waiting for Reddin, who was always present at the dramatic finish of a field. Hazel knew what drama was to be enacted; knew what the knobbled sticks were for; knew who crouched in the tall, kindly wheat, palpitant, unaware that escape was impossible. 'Plenty o' conies, sir! called one of the men, whose face was a good deal more brutal than that of his mongrel dog.

Mary Gladys Meredith Webb - Gone to Earth