One little spree, an' they'd put me in the Fort! One li'l indishcresshion an' they'd jug me for shix months! Him they let go wi' a admonisshion! It's 'nother case o' Barabbas, an' a great shame, but you can't change the English.

They're ingcorridgible! Brown o' Lumbwa's my name," he added by way of afterthought.
"Take advice and get under blankets afore you go to sleep, gents!" warned the guard.

All windows were once more opened wide, and every one was panting.
"A job on this 'ere line's a circus!" he grinned.

"I'm lucky if there's only one fight before Nairobi! 'Ave your blankets ready, gents! Cover yourselves afore you sleep!" That sounded like a joke.

The sweat poured from every one in streams.
The hot hair cushions were intolerable.