"If whipping _is_ necessary, send them to Tulagi and let the Government do it.

Give them their choice between a fine or an official whipping." Sheldon nodded and stood up, facing the blacks.
"Manonmie!" he called.
Manonmie stood forth and waited.
"You fella boy bad fella too much," Sheldon charged.

"You steal 'm plenty.

You steal 'm one fella towel, one fella cane-knife, two-ten fella cartridge.

My word, plenty bad fella steal 'm you.