No catch 'im Wombo.

Lathychap!' she pleaded, 'BUJERI you PIALLA (intercede with) Boss.' Lady Bridget came down the steps from the veranda and went up to McKeith.
'Colin, what the gin says is true.

Her tribe will kill them, and they have no weapons and no means of protection.

Will you, as a favour to me, let them stay for a few days?
At least, till her arm is healed and the danger past ?' McKeith hesitated perceptibly, then the consciousness of weakening resolve made him harden himself the more, made his speech rougher than it might have been.
'No, I can't, Biddy.

I never break my word.