Thomas Gainsborough The Morning Walk

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growled.
‘Maybe if it moves around a lot it’ll look like more than one camel,’ said the youth optimistically.
‘Why not ride the camel past the picture box, and then get the handleman to stop the demons, and lead it back and put a different rider on it, then start up the box again and ride it past again?’ said Victor. ‘Would that work?’
Dibbler looked at him open-mouthed.
‘What did I tell you?’ he said, to the sky in general. ‘The lad is a genius! That way we can get a hundred camels for the price of one, right?’
‘It means the desert bandits ride in single file, though,’ said the youth. ‘It’s not like, you know, a massed attack.’
‘Sure, sure,’ said Dibbler dismissively. ‘Makes sense. We just put a card up where the leader says, he says-’ He thought for a second. ‘He says, "Follow me in single file, bwanas, to fool the hated enemy," OK?’
He nodded at Victor. ‘Have you met my nephew Soll?’ he said. ‘Keen lad. Been nearly to school and everything. Brought him out here yesterday. He’s Vice-President in Charge of Making Pictures.’
Soll and Victor exchanged nods.
‘I don’t think "bwanas" is the right word, Uncle,’ said Soll.
‘It’s Klatchian, isn’t it?’ said Dibbler.