"No, I'm not going home yet awhile."
"But you plenty-much fine."
"Yes," admitted Carter, "I caught sight of myself in mildewed pyjamas and a fortnight's beard, and was struck with the general filthiness of my personal appearance. Savvy?"
"Savvy plenty. Oh, Carter, you lib for wife-palaver? Dem plenty-much fine clothes always one of the customs before wife-palaver."
The Krooboy pondered over this discovery during the next two miles of the march, and then said he, "Oh, Carter?"
"Well?"
"Dem Slade. You savvy seegar?"
"I suppose so. Why?"
"I see Smith dash dem Slade one box seegar an' he got what Slade said 'no fit' for before. Oh, Carter, you dash dem Slade one box seegar," said White-Man's-Trouble, and he treated his employer to a knowing wink.
"Whatever for?"