“With one hand,” said Jack dryly.
“Eh? With one hand, sir?” said the man, beginning to feel his closely-bandaged arm.
“Yes; how could you fight with one hand?”
“I forgot all about that,” said Ned thoughtfully. “Would be rather awkward, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes, I should think it would.”
“Like fighting with one hand tied behind you, same as you did at school.”
“I never did have a fight at school,” said Jack, quietly.
“No, of course not, sir; I remember you said so once before. Seems rum, though. I used to have lots. But you were different, sir. My word though, Mr Jack, how you have altered since we left home!”
“Think so, Ned? Have I?”
“Wonderful, sir. Don’t you be offended, sir, at what I say.”