Hark at him shouting over the game." "What is the game, do you think ?" "Cards," snorted Venning, in disgust.
"So! Queer sort of partition this;" and Compton moved the mat aside.
"No need for doors, you see.

Hulloa! Who are you ?" "Me Zanzibar boy, master," exclaimed a soft, oily voice.
"Then clear out." "Me put here watch my master--see black fellows no steal." "Oh, I see.

Chuck a cake of tobacco, Venning.

Here! You like that ?" "Ver good," said the boy, reaching out a yellow hand for the tobacco.
Venning crossed over and peered into the other room.

"You boy," he said, "tell me, what will they do to Muata ?" The Zanzibari chuckled.