“Not let you ride in the day, sir? Of course not. Do you suppose I keep horses for you?”
“Baal plenty mine know.”
“You don’t understand?”
“Mine want ride horse fellow like white fellow.”
“Then you are not going to learn to ride on mine. Now then, I’ve done with you, sir. Be off and don’t show your face here again. Go!”
“Mine want damper, Marmi. Gib big soff damper.”
“I’ll give you the whip, sir, if you don’t go.”
Shanter flinched, and gave himself another rub, looking about in the darkness from one to the other.
“Let me fetch him a bit of damper, father,” whispered Rifle.
“No,” said the captain, sternly. “The scoundrel has nearly ruined a fine young horse, and he must be taught a lesson.—Now, sir, be off!”