"Nonsense! you mustn't do that, Mike."
"Why not, sir? Couldn't do no harm; they're as flat as flat as it is."
"You know what my father said about keeping on good terms with the natives."
"Yes, sir, I know, sir, but fair play's a jewel; if I keep on good terms with them they ought to keep on good terms with me, and sticking a spear-point into a man's wesket aren't the sort o' terms I like. 'Specially when you know the things are poisoned."
"Nonsense! The Prince assured me they were not."
"Well, those ugly, twisty krises are, sir."
"No. The only danger from them is their sharp point."
"Well, that's bad enough, sir; but how about the thing you've got yonder? What is it, Master Harry?" he asked.
"Come out and see. Don't stand there with your head just stuck out like a snake in a hole looking to see if it's safe."
"Well, but is it safe, sir?"