"Are yeh all right, Fleming?
Do yeh feel all right?
There ain't nothin' th' matter with yeh, Henry, is there ?" "No," said the youth with difficulty.

His throat seemed full of knobs and burs.
These incidents made the youth ponder.

It was revealed to him that he had been a barbarian, a beast.

He had fought like a pagan who defends his religion.

Regarding it, he saw that it was fine, wild, and, in some ways, easy.