But raw beef was almost as obtainable as raw moon, and even raw mutton he did not know where he could procure, nor whether it would answer the purpose.
So he bathed his bruises with much water, and reduced their excesses to some extent, but not enough to escape the eye of his hostess when he appeared at breakfast.
"Bin fighting ?" she queried dispassionately.
"A one-sided fight.

Tom Hamon was drunk last night and hit me in the face, but he was not in a condition to fight or I'd have taught him better manners." "He's a rough piece," with a disparaging shake of the head.

"It'd take a lot to knock him into shape.

Try this," and she delved among her stores, and found him an ointment of her own compounding which took some of the soreness out of his bruises.
But black eyes and swollen noses are impertinently obtrusive and disdainful of disguise, and the captain's battle-flags provoked no little jocosity among his men that morning.
"Run up against su'then, cap'n ?" asked John Hamon the engineer, who was one of the few who sided with him.
"Yes, against a drunken fist in the dark.

When it's sober I'm going to give it a lesson in manners." "Drunken fisses is hard to teach.