Swampy lowlands

Usage examples of swales.

The next three days Gareth Swales spent at the harbour, drinking tea and whisky in the office of the harbour master, riding out with the pilot to meet every new vessel as it crossed the bar, jogging in a ricksha along the wharf to speak with the skippers of dhows and Tuggers, rusty old coal-burners and neater, newer oil, burners, or rowing about the harbour in a hired ferry to hail the vessels that lay at anchor in the roads.

Hire of the motor vehicles had been arranged by Major Gareth Swales and the drivers had been given their instructions.

The sun had heated the hulls of the cars so that the steel would blister skin at a touch and the men who waited, all of them except Jake Barton and Gareth Swales, crawled like survivors of a catastrophe beneath the hulls, seeking relief from the unrelenting sun.

Gareth Swales sat in the shade of the mangoes upon an upturned wheelbarrow, over which he had spread a silk handkerchief to protect the pristine linen of his suit.

Gareth Swales drifted forward, and the crowd opened miraculously, drawing aside respectfully.

He had long ago milked every source of cash that was available to him, and any bank manager who guaranteed a Gareth Swales cheque was destined for a swift change of employment.

There were a dozen other ways, and by one of them Gareth Swales was going to have them.

Long ago, Gareth Swales had reached the conclusion that only fools fight, and wise men supply them with the means to do so at a profit, naturally.

It was true that Gareth Swales did have a chequing account with Courts.

There looked to be a very profitable little piece of business brewing up satisfactorily in that area, and by then Gareth Swales would have the capital to exploit it.

Gareth Swales sat at his ease, conversing with the peer as an equal, condescending graciously to the planter and commiserating with the civil servant on his run of luck.

It crashed over, pinning the planter and the civil servant under it, and scattering ivory chips and playing cards in such profusion that nobody would ever know what cards Gareth Swales had dealt to himself in that last remarkable deal.

Jake whirled to meet the rush of angry members, and the fists that were bunched for Major Swales thudded into the charging group.

Gareth Swales remarked lightly, his handsome noble features lit by the glow of the cheroot between his teeth as he lolled against the cushions of the ricksha.

He leaned against the counter in the crowded room, and his mind went swiftly over what Gareth Swales had told him.