I can do my own dirty jobs,' said McKeith shortly.
He had released the pair and now stood grimly surveying them.

Oola was crying and squealing; Wombo stood upright--a scowl of hate on his face.
His whole nature seemed changed.

A flogging will rouse the semi-civilised black's evil passions like nothing else.

There was something of savage dignity in the defiant way in which he faced his former master.
'What for you been take-it stockwhip long-a me?
BA'AL me bad black boy long-a you, Boss.

What for me no have 'em gin belonging to me?
Massa catch 'im bujeri White Mary like it gin belonging to him.