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"Don't need no schoolin' to know a renegid," said Copper. He had made three yards down the hill out of sight, unless they could see through rocks, of the enemy's smoking party. The young man laughed; and tossed the soldier a black sweating stick of "True Affection." "You don't get this eh?" said the young man. "We do. We take it from the trains as we want it.
"I'm glad to hear that," said the impenitent Copper. "Are you? You can think of it when I'm taking the skin off your back eh?... My father, he lost everything everything down to his self-respect. You don't know what thatt means eh?" "Why?" said Copper. "I'm smokin' baccy stole by a renegid. Why wouldn't I know?" If it came to a flogging on that hillside there might be a chance of reprisals.
The enemy looked Copper up and down, folded and re-pocketed a copy of an English weekly which he had been reading, and said: "You seem an inarticulate sort of swine like the rest of them eh?" "You," said Copper, thinking, somehow, of the crushing answers he had never given to the young squire, "are a renegid. Why, you ain't Dutch. You're English, same as me." "No, khaki.
While he rolled he spoke, and the voice from his own jaws amazed him: "If you did, 'twouldn't make you any less of a renegid." As a useful afterthought he added: "I've sprained my ankle." The young man was at his side in a flash. Copper made no motion to rise, but, cross-legged under the rock, grunted: "'Ow much did old Krujer pay you for this? What was you wanted for at 'ome?
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