He drinks like hell, but it's my belief he'd die in torment if he didn't." Still Burke said nothing, and Kelly's curiosity grew.
"You know what he's doing; don't you ?" he said.

"He's doing a Kaffir's job for Kaffir's pay.

It's about the vilest hole this side of perdition, my son.

And I'm thinking you won't find it specially easy to dig him out." Burke's eyes came suddenly straight to the face of the Irishman.
He regarded him for a moment or two with a faintly humorous expression; then: "That's just where you can lend me a hand, Donovan," he said.

"I'm going to ask you to do that part." "The deuce you are!" said Kelly.