I've my own business to attend to, and I must be off on it.' He got up, and folding Lady Bridget's note, deliberately put it in his breast pocket.

Harris stretched forth a restraining hand.
'Boss, I say--that's important--for my report, you know.' McKeith's temper burst out.
'Damn your report.

I'm a magistrate, and I've taken your report, and the blacks are in the scrub and you can go and find them for yourself if you choose.

You have no warrant, remember.

No, I'm not going to be bothered any more about that black-boy.