So she goes over the borderline whenever she sees fit.
The king's writ runs maybe for thirty miles north o' this railway.
Once over that they can't catch you.

But unless you're a black man, or Pioneer Jane, the natives tip the gov'ment off an' gov'ment rounds you up afore you get two-thirds the way.

They'll take less than half a chance with her ladyship or I'm a Dutchman.

Why! How would it look to have to bring her back between two native policemen?
She'll not be allowed five miles outside Nairobi township!" He up-ended his whisky again, consumed about a pint of it, and settled down to sleep.

We took him by the legs and arms and threw him on the upper berth to stew in the cabined heat under the roof.
"It's good Monty's not with us," said Fred.