"Yes.
Swing on the tail-board by the strap and yell, 'tuppence all the way.' Through drink.

But this Stafford was of another kind.

Hell's full of such Staffords; Cloete would make fun of him, and then there would be a nasty gleam in the fellow's half-shut eye.

But Cloete was generally kind to him.

Cloete was a fellow that would be kind to a mangy dog.