His informant was that erstwhile friend, Jack Wyckholme.
Naturally, Skaggs felt deeply aggrieved with the fate which permitted him to capitulate when unconditional surrender was so close at hand.

His language for one brief quarter of an hour did more to upset the progress of Christian endeavour in the Far East than all the idols in the Chinese Empire.
"There's nawthin' in England for me, Jackie.

My gal's a bloomin' foreigner by this time and she'll sell the bleedin' farm, of course.
She's an h'American, God bless 'er 'eart.

I daresay if I'd go to 'er and say I'd like my farm back again she'd want to fork hover, but 'er bloody 'usband wouldn't be for that sort of hextravagance.

'E'd boot me off the hisland." "The United States isn't an island, Tazzy," explained Mr.Wyckholme, gulping his brandy and soda.
Mr.Wyckholme was the second son of Sir Somebody-or-other and had married the vicar's daughter.