You may make the manager a present of the odd sum for his injured feelings, and call it an even fifty.
Settle now, or wait here for the down-train and go to jail in Mombasa!" "Wait in this place ?" asked Coutlass, aghast.
"Where else?
There'll be a down passenger train in a week." "I pay!" said the Greek, with a hideous grimace.
"Take the irons off him, then." The guard unlocked the handcuffs and Coutlass began to fumble for a money-bag.
"Give me a receipt!" he demanded, thumbing out the money.
"You are the receipt!" said the official.

"An Englishman would have been sent to jail with a fine, and have paid the bill into the bargain.
You're treated leniently because you can't be expected to understand decent behavior.

You're expected to learn, however.

Next time you will catch it hot!" "All aboard!" called the guard cheerfully.

"All aboard!" "Tears, idle tears!" said Brown of Lumbwa, taking my arm and Fred's.
"Thass too true--too true! They'd have jailed an Englishman--me, f'rinstance.