He was not so drunk but that, when I set him on his feet and gave him a kick or two, he was able to stand upright and talk.

And at the first word he uttered, I recognised the voice of my old acquaintance, Tom Price, the Captain's man; whom I had seen last with his master the day Alexander McDonnell fell outside Dunluce.
So dark was it away from the fire, that but for his voice I might not have known him.

Certainly he, as he then was, could hardly know me.
"Patience," whispered I to Jeannette, "here is a man can give us some news.

He shall not hurt you; only I must speak with him.

Hold close to me." And to guard her better, I put an arm around her, while I parleyed with the sergeant.
"Come, comrade," said I, concealing my voice as best I could, "'tis time you were in quarters.