Say, Sambo, what’s that pretty thing?
Roto.
I’m not a Sambo.
Varlie.
That’s right. I beg yours.
Roto.
(Resentfully.) My name’s Roto, and I thought you knew it, Boss.
Varlie.
I did, then I didn’t, and I do now. Waal, Roto, let’s get back to the trail. What’s that? (Seats himself so that he can see the curio in Roto’s hands.)
Roto.