Then sweet hot coffee and slices of bread and cold ham out of one of the haversacks Joeboy had foraged for seemed to quite alter the face of nature.

Perhaps it was that the sun came out warm and bright, and that the blue sky was beautiful; but I gave the bread, ham, and coffee the credit of it all.

Ah! what a breakfast that was! It seemed to me the most delicious I had ever eaten; but before it was begun I had been to see Denham, who was sitting up with his chest tightly bandaged.

He was ready to hold out a hand as soon as he saw me.
"Hullo, Moray!" he cried, "how are you this morning ?" "It's how are you ?" I replied.
"Oh, I'm all right.

A bit stiff, and I've got a bruise in the back, the doctor says, like; the top of a silk hat." "You haven't seen it ?" I said.
"Have I got a neck like an ostrich or a giraffe?
No, of course I haven't." "But is anything broken ?" I asked anxiously.
"No, not even cracked.