I mean, treat him as reasonably as you would a dog, and he'll serve you well.

He's a first-class Nyamwezi, from German East.

Oh, and one more scrap of advice--": He came close to the window, but at that moment the engine gave a final scream and really started.

Passengers yelled farewells.

The engine's apoplectic coughs divided the din into spasms, and there came a great bellowing from the ticket office.