He's back in the car now, playing possum." "Let's trade him for Brown of Lumbwa," suggested Fred genially.

"Call him into our car and kick Brown out!" "Trade nothing! I tell you the man is ours! Call him, and he'll bargain.

Let him be, and the next time the Greeks ill-treat him he'll come straight to us in hope we'll show him kindness." "Swallow your tea quickly, Solomon!" Fred advised him.

"There goes the whistle!" It was fresh tea, just that minute made for him.

Will gulped down the scalding stuff and had to be thumped on the back according to Fred.
With eyes filled with water he did not see what I did, and Fred was too busy guarding against counter-blows.