The cool liquid soaked the front of his shirt and dripped onto the puncheon floor with the irritated sound of frying grease.

Eventually, a dark brown liquid drips back into the lower chamber.

A thick, dark liquid was dripping dead center on his chest.

A dozen feet below it, tubs and basins on the chamber floor caught what liquids dripped or trickled from its shaggy, slowly dying body.

He pointed to the dark marks on the leather where the liquid had dripped.

The liquid from the copper worm fell into the charcoal, percolated through it, and dripped into the bottom of the bucket.

The liquid had run down the metal and dripped to the floor.

A dark liquid soaked the front of her frilly shift and dripped onto the floor.

Dark liquids dripped, and valves hissed foul-smelling steam.

Yet the liquid didn't drip through.