human
S'pose me gib it quart-pot, you no drink um till to-morrow sunrise, eh?
gpt
All right, Yarloo, agreed Sax.
human
We'll not drink it till sunrise to-morrow.... But, look here, he exclaimed suddenly, realizing for the first time the tremendous sacrifice the black-fellow was making.
gpt
Look here! We mustn't take your tea. It's yours, Yarloo. Yours,
human
You belonga Boss Stobart, he said slowly.
gpt
Boss Stobart good fella longa me.
human
Goo-bye,