crept in horror, he added in his big voice casually: "Funny names they got for each other. Seems she called that old bird 'Swillum.' What you suppose it means in our language, 'Swillum'? I never"
But Ogle clutched his arm. "Hush!" he whispered. "They're English. My heavens! Haven't you got any eyes and ears? English!"
"Think so?" Tinker responded, mildly surprised; and he added, "We got a Jew in my town was born and grew up in England; he talks kind of funny, too, even yet. Mighty smart man though. Insurance." He took a cigar from his pocket and lighted it, apparently as a sort of punctuation marking the change of subject. "Well, sir, this John Edwards tells me there's been a lot of history happened around this neighbourhood. He says there's been ancient Romans and Spaniards and Turks and Mohammedans and pretty much everybody all over this part of Europe."
"This isn't Europe." Ogle corrected him with some sharpness. "This is Africa."
"Sure it is!" Tinker laughed and rubbed the back of his head. "My wife tells me that about a dozen times a day. I haven't forgot my geography, I guess; but you always hear people talk about goin' to
