And, my hat! I shall be pretty bitter about the British.

There's a powerful lot of good swear-words in the taal.

I shall know all about Africa, and be panting to get another whack at the _verdommt rooinek_.
With luck they may send me to the Uganda show or to Egypt, and I shall take care to go by Constantinople.

If I'm to deal with the Mohammedan natives they're bound to show me what hand they hold.

At least, that's the way I look at it.' We filled our glasses--two of punch and one of milk--and drank to our next merry meeting.