Will you come up here and breakfast with me ?" The Englishman, a surveyor from a London office, assented with enthusiasm.
"I can't offer to put you up," he said gloomily.

"Living out here's beastly.

See you in the morning, then." He strolled away, fanning himself.

Trent lit a long cigar.
"I understand," he said turning to Oom Sam, "that old Monty is alive still.

If so, it's little short of a miracle, for I left him with scarcely a gasp in his body, and I was nearly done myself.
"It was," Oom Sam said, "veree wonderful.