"What'll you have to drink?
Have some square; it's the best drink here." Hugh thought it well to fall in with the customs of the inhabitants, so he had a stiff gin-and-water at nine in the morning, a thing he had never done, or even seen done, in his life before.

Then he went over in the blazing sunlight to the storekeeper, and asked whether he knew where Reeves' camp was.
"That I don't," said the storekeeper.

"I send out what they want by a Malay who sails a one-masted craft round the coast, and goes up the river to their camp, and brings the hides back.

They send a blackfellow to let me know when they want any stuff, and where to send it." "Perhaps I could go out with the next lot of stuff," said Hugh.

"When will they want it, do you think ?" "Well, they mightn't want any more.