Savvee ?" Gogoomy wavered.
"It's true--that's what Burnett would give them," Sheldon said in an aside to Joan.
"You take 'm three fella pound along me," Gogoomy muttered, at the same time scowling his hatred at Sheldon, and transferring half the scowl to Joan and Kwaque.

"Me finish along you, you catch 'm big fella trouble, my word.

Father belong me big fella chief along Port Adams." "That will do," Sheldon warned him.

"You shut mouth belong you." "Me no fright," the son of a chief retorted, by his insolence increasing his stature in the eyes of his fellows.
"Lock him up for to-night," Sheldon said to Kwaque.

"Sun he come up put 'm that fella and five fella belong him along grass-cutting.