The others had stopped, waiting.

The quiet and insolently confident smile had not left Aldous' lips.
"You'll feel better in a few minutes, Bill," he consoled.

"A hard blow on the jaw always makes you sick at the pit of the stomach.

That dizziness will pass away shortly.

Meanwhile, I'm going to give you and your pals a little verbal and visual demonstration of what you're up against, and warn you to bait no traps for a certain young woman whom you've lately seen.
She's going on to Tete Jaune.