“Yes, pretty dull.”
“No one to talk to much?” “No, not many.”
“Tongue gets rusty?”
“Ye—es, sometimes.”
“Well, so long, and thank yer.”
“So long,” said the cook (he nearly added “thank yer”).
“Well, good day; I’ll see you again.”
“Good day.”
Mitchell shouldered his spoil and left.
The cook scratched his head; he had a chat with the overseer afterwards, and they agreed that the traveller was a bit gone.