As for Mr Easthupp's ball, as he was very unsettled, and shut his eyes before he fired, it had gone the Lord knows where.
The purser's steward lay on the ground and screamed--the boatswain spit his double teeth and two or three mouthfuls of blood out, and then threw down his pistols in a rage.
"A pretty business, by God," sputtered he; "he's put my pipe out.

How the devil am I to pipe to dinner when I'm ordered, all my wind escaping through the cheeks ?" In the meantime, the others had gone to the assistance of the purser's steward, who continued his vociferations.

They examined him, and considered a wound in that part not to be dangerous.
"Hold your confounded bawling," cried the gunner, "or you'll have the guard down here: you're not hurt." "Han't hi ?" roared the steward: "Oh, let me die, let me die; don't move me!" "Nonsense," cried the gunner, "you must get up and walk down to the boat; if you don't we'll leave you--hold your tongue, confound you.

You won't?
then I'll give you something to halloo for." Whereupon Mr Tallboys commenced cuffing the poor wretch right and left, who received so many swinging boxes of the ear that he was soon reduced to merely pitiful plaints of "Oh dear!--such inhumanity--I purtest--oh dear! must I get up?
I can't, indeed." "I do not think he can move, Mr Tallboys," said Gascoigne; "I should think the best plan would be to call up two of the men from the cooperage, and let them take him at once to the hospital." The gunner went down to the cooperage to call the men.

Mr Biggs, who had bound up his face as if he had a toothache, for the bleeding had been very slight, came up to the purser's steward.
"What the hell are you making such a howling about?
Look at me, with two shot-holes through my figure head, while you have only got one in your stem: I wish I could change with you, by heavens, for I could use my whistle then--now if I attempt to pipe, there will be such a wasteful expenditure of his Majesty's stores of wind, that I never shall get out a note.