Let's have one more look at you, young man." He glanced at the cut on Gerald's forehead, noted the access of colour in his cheeks, and nodded.
"Born to be hanged, you were," he pronounced.

"You've had a marvellous escape.

I'll be in again presently.

No need to worry about your friend.
He looks as though he'd got a mighty constitution.

Light my lantern, Brown.