Nuro shouted I'll teach you to cheat me you southerner dog! as he swept the board and its pieces onto the hut's bare earthen floor with his right hand also inadvertently knocking the bottle and his brandy balloon into a smashing mess against the stone fireplace to follow and double his apoplectic rage and with his left hand he drew his double edged dagger from somewhere hidden to brandish his point of fury at my insolence but to his credit he allowed me to get him a clean wooden mug of grog and gave me the knife to open a packet of mersey valley with spring onions before we resumed our night of recreation and imbibement in that lonely outback station house, once.