The player was sent off for two bookable offences.

Therefore he whacked the old nigger mercilessly, while a big crowd of his people watched him, thunderstruck, till some man, - I was told the chief's son, - in desperation at hearing the old chap yell, made a tentative jab with a spear at the white man - and of course it went quite easy between the shoulder-blades.

Most men who are of sufficient intelligence and moral character to make thoroughly satisfactory block signalmen will naturally seek a respite occasionally from such a confining routine, and if they cannot accomplish this without securing a substitute at their own expense they are under constant temptation to “change off”—the day man working for the nightman and the nightman for the day.

[…]these days there is a long tradition of ships named Warspite, most famously the Queen Elizabeth-class battleship, but when you actually look at the etymology of the name, it is literally war's spite, the spite of war, which, again, is, um, a little bit on the nose for a ship full of nuclear death.