"I'm not a worrying policeman, and we're white men, any way.

If you'd been twelve months in this forsaken place, you'd know what I'm feeling.
Take a smoke, and start in with your questions when you feel like it." Winston lighted a cigar, flung himself down in a hide chair, and stretched out his feet towards the stove.

"In the first place, I want to know why your boys are shadowing me.

You see, you couldn't arrest me unless our folks in the Dominion had got their papers through." The officer nodded.

"No.