fall ?" asked Grim.
"Like a new chum off a brumby.

Signs anything I shove under his nose.
Comes round to our house to eat Mabel's damper and syrup three nights a week.

You bet he'll sign it: Besides, he's white; pulled out of the firing-line by an Australian at Gaza, and hasn't forgotten it.

He'd sign anything but checks to help an Anzac.

I'll be going.
"You trot up to the slaughter-shop, Grim, and interview that Arab--Sidi bin Something-or-Other--forget his name--he lies in number nineteen cot on the left-hand side of the long ward, next to a Pathan who's shy both legs.