His last words to me were an appeal to let him know if there was any fun going.
'I can see you're in for a queer job.

Promise to let me hear from you if there's going to be a row, and I'll come up country, though I should have to desert the service.

Send us a letter to the agents at Durban in case we should be in port.

You haven't forgotten the Dyve Burn, Davie ?'.