As we neared the top of the slope, Hilda, glancing behind her, exclaimed, with a sudden thrill, "He is spurting again, Hubert!"
"Hilda Wade A Woman With Tenacity Of Purpose"
Grant Allen
A fresh wind had sprung up and out of the brilliant sunshine a shower was spurting, like diamonds set in gold.
"The Heather-Moon"
C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson
She saw the Indian reel back with a red line spurting across his eyes, felt herself lifted and flung across a shoulder, and knew that the gate behind was swinging open.
"The Maid of the Whispering Hills"
Vingie E. Roe