"He very old, very sick man, you leave him here! I see to him." Trent turned away in sick disgust.
"We'll be off to-morrow, Sam," he said shortly.

"I say! I'm beastly hungry.

What's in that pot ?" Sam spread out the palms of his hands.
"He all right, I see him cooked," he declared.

"He two rabbits and one monkey." Trent took out a plate and helped himself.
"All right," he said.

"Be off now.