When she appeared in her rickshaw he dismounted, and gave the reins to his syce.
"The Pool in the Desert" by Sara Jeanette Duncan
At the same moment the syces led up our horses, mounted and headed across the little plain whence had come the four ostriches.
"The Land of Footprints" by Stewart Edward White
The syce had gladly entered his employ.
"On the Irrawaddy" by G. A. Henty
That door where the syces are with the horses?
"Gil the Gunner" by George Manville Fenn
Of these, the Syces alone understood the Afghan language.
"For Name and Fame" by G. A. Henty
Smaller carriages followed till you come down to victorias with perhaps just one syce.
"From Edinburgh to India & Burmah" by William G. Burn Murdoch
We had made a wrong turning and the syce all but slipped over a precipice.
"Across the Equator" by Thomas H. Reid
Of course Baboo went, much to the disgust of Aboo Din, the syce.
"Tales of the Malayan Coast" by Rounsevelle Wildman
On springs the syce; what cares he for man or beast?
"Harper's Young People, April 27, 1880" by Various
Syce on Duty, The, 353.
"Harper's Young People, 1880 Index" by Various
The "syces" can do this themselves, and the gumalo only costs a few pence in the bazaar.
"Notes on Stable Management in India and the Colonies" by Joshua A. Nunn
At last my pony with his syce and the missing kit arrived, and I was enabled to start for Gnatong the next day.
"To Lhassa at Last" by Powell Millington
Then, as he stood wiping his fingers on his handkerchief, he made one of the syces shorten the stirrups to a considerable extent.
"Draw Swords!" by George Manville Fenn
On the box seat were two liveried coachmen, while behind rode the syces.
"The Three Sapphires" by W. A. Fraser
Now and again a syce hurried past, with head and shoulders enveloped in a sack.
"The Red Year" by Louis Tracy
Where is my syce, I wonder?
"The Ruby Sword" by Bertram Mitford
The syce had instinctively drawn behind the nearest boulder, and had dismounted.
"The Heath Hover Mystery" by Bertram Mitford
Tell the syce to have the mare ready for me in half an hour.
"The Potter's Thumb" by Flora Annie Steel
To-day he had allowed his syce to drive him along the winding roads of the suburbs, heedless whither he was being carried.
"A Bottle in the Smoke" by Milne Rae
Double syces run before such equipages.
"From sketch-book and diary" by Elizabeth Butler