Cockeye

How dared that miserable wretch cast his eye—his cock[-]eye, as Vroom had truly said—on Etta. It gave him a kind of grim pleasure to dwell on Looten's physical defect.

“Fine day, gents,” said he, focusing his cockeye.

The next time I saw Dave, he'd joined Deep Purple and had just got back from Sweden, where the band had sent their new lead singer to have his cock-eye straightened.

His cockeye ogled the pile of food sitting on the table. “Delicious!” he said with glee. The cockeyed cricket licked his lips […]

As flies swarmed around a nearby outhouse, Molly B eyed him for a moment, looking him up and down with a cockeye that seemed to have a life of its own.