"I was only just respectful," said the Baker.
But Bill shook his head, and turned to Smith.
"The little man uses strange words, and sometimes I don't understand."
"'E don't savvy respectful," said the Baker. "Well, Bill, I mean this. I likes the girl, and thinks she's all right, but I want to get back."
"To your own tribe?"
"That's about it," said the Baker, "and I don't want no wife to trouble me on the journey."
"If she was a trouble you could kill her," said Bill simply.
"Thank you," replied the Baker, "but I don't care about it. So, you say to your bloomin' bloke of a brother that 'es welcome to the girl for me."
"I think she likes you," said Bill.
"Then my goose is cooked," replied the Baker in melancholy resignation. "I want to sling my 'ook right now. 'Ere, 'urry up, Smith, let's do our prospectin', and I'm for offin it quick."