"One fella government agent make plenty lash.

That um fella law.

Me savvee um fella law." It was the law, and Sheldon knew it.

But he wanted to live this day and the next day and not to die waiting for the law to operate the next week or the week after.
"Too much talk along you!" he cried angrily.

"What name eh?
What name ?" "Me savvee law," the savage repeated stubbornly.
"Astoa!" Another man stepped forward in almost a sprightly way and glanced insolently up.