Monty ran off towards the house mumbling to himself.
"The next time," Trent said coolly, "I shall fire at you instead of at the tree.

Remember I have lived out here and I know all about you and your kind.

You can understand me very well if you choose, and you've just got to.

Who sends you here with that vile stuff ?" "Massa, I tell! Massa Oom Sam, he send me!" "And what is the stuff ?" "Hamburgh gin, massa! very good liquor! Please, massa, point him pistol the other way." Trent took up the flask, smelt its contents and threw it away with a little exclamation of disgust.
"How often have you been coming here on this errand ?" he asked sternly.
"Most every day, massa--when him Mr.Price away." Trent nodded.
"Very good," he said.

"Now listen to me.