"No, boss. What like it that phella?"
"X X X!——!!! Didn't you see a man—or a——woman if you like? Didn't yer seen any double dash thing?"
"No, boss." Then, as an afterthought, "I see it something. Yellow, like it dingo. Tail like it yarramin." (A horse. John had his pigtail down and loose and was dressing it when Billy happened.) "Talk it like a plurry cockatoo. Bin killit sheep, mine think it. I bin kill it!"
I suppose they buried the Chow—and the boss carefully gave Billy an elementary lesson on the Races of Man before another blew out of China.