"Jones, what is it ?" "Your black has just come, sir.

I would not let him come in; for the fact is, he ain't a figure to introduce among ladies." "What's the matter with him, Jones?
Not hurt, I hope ?" "He has been knocked about a bit, sir; and he is done up with travelling.

The poor fellow can hardly crawl, and was half starved; so I set him to work eating, and came off to fetch you." By this time they had arrived at the door of the shed.

Jim was sitting by a fire, eagerly devouring a hunch of cold meat.

The men were standing round, waiting till he had appeased his hunger before they asked any question.