DRINKWATER. Hee-quipped! Haw should think sow. Lawtnin rawfles,
twelve shots in the meggezine! Oo's to storp us?

RANKIN. The most dangerous chieftain in these parts, the Sheikh
Sidi el Assif, has a new American machine pistol which fires ten
bullets without loadin; and his rifle has sixteen shots in the
magazine.

DRINKWATER (indignantly). Yuss; an the people that sells sich
things into the ends o' them eathen bleck niggers calls
theirseolves Christians! It's a crool shime, sow it is.

RANKIN. If a man has the heart to pull the trigger, it matters
little what color his hand is, Mr. Drinkwotter. Have ye anything
else to say to me this afternoon?

DRINKWATER (rising). Nathink, gavner, cept to wishyer the bust o
yolth, and a many cornverts. Awtenoon, gavner.

RANKIN. Good afternoon to ye, Mr. Drinkwotter.

As Drinkwater turns to go, a Moorish porter comes from the house
with two Krooboys.

THE PORTER (at the door, addressing Rankin). Bikouros (Moroccan
for Epicurus, a general Moorish name for the missionaries, who
are supposed by the Moors to have chosen their calling through a
love of luxurious idleness): I have brought to your house a
Christian dog and his woman.