“All right. Cook! have you got any meat?”
“No!”
To Mitchell: “Can you kill a sheep?”
“Rather!”
To the cook: “Give this man a cloth and knife and steel, and let him go up to the yard and kill a sheep.” (To Mitchell) “You can take a fore-quarter and get a bit of flour.”
Half an hour later Mitchell came back with the carcass wrapped in the cloth.
“Here yer are; here’s your sheep,” he said to the cook. “That’s all right; hang it in there. Did you take a forequarter?”’
“No.”
“Well, why didn’t you? The boss told you to.”
“I didn’t want a fore-quarter. I don’t like it. I took a hind-quarter.”