Blackburn, the Queenslander said, "Amshar, the other fellow is following up the game," and pointed to the gate.
Amshar understood the gesture at least, and though he gave a toss of the head, I noticed that his hand trembled as he handed me a cup of water, and that he kept his eyes turned on his opponent.
"One always feels unsafe with these cut-throat races," said Colonel Ryder, "as some of us know, who have had to deal with the nigger of South America.

They think no more of killing a man--" "Than an Australian squatter does of dispersing a mob of aboriginals or kangaroos," said Clovelly.
Here Mrs.Callendar spoke up briskly.

"I don't know what you mean by 'dispersing.'" "You know what a kangaroo battue is, don't you ?" "But that is killing, slaughtering kangaroos by the hundred." "Well, and that is aboriginal dispersion," said the novelist.

"That is the aristocratic method of legislating the native out of existence." Blackburn here vigorously protested.

"Yes, it's very like a novelist, on the hunt for picturesque events, to spend his forensic soul upon 'the poor native,'-- upon the dirty nigger, I choose to call him: the meanest, cruellest, most cowardly, and murderous--by Jove, what a lot of adjectives!--of native races.