A pair of humorous, gray eyes surveyed me silently, and then, apparently satisfied by the scrutiny, the owner sat up in the bunk, revealing powerful shoulders, and a round, bull neck.
"Ahoy, mate," he said pleasantly, endeavoring to speak low, the effort resembling the growl of a bear.

"How do you feel--pretty sore ?" "Ache from head to foot," I answered, immediately feeling his friendliness.

"But no harm done." "I saw part of it.

The damn black brute kicked savagely enough, but at that you're lucky; it's the Spanish style to use a knife.

I've seen that cock slash a man into ribbons for nothing at all--just to show he was bad.