I went myself to clean up and make some broth, but that toad of a Portugais shut the door in my face.

The Cure told us to go home and leave M'sieu' with Portugais.

He must be very sick to have that black sheep about him--and no doctor either." The saddler spoke up now.

"I took him a bottle of good brandy and some buttermilk-pop and seed cake--I would give him a saddle if he had a horse--he got my thousand dollars for me! Well, he took them, but what do you think?
He sent them right off to the shantyman, Gugon, who has a broken leg.

Infidel or no, I'm on his side for sure.