“Well, is he coming?”
“If you say he’s to come, sir, he’ll come; but he don’t look fit.”
“Why? Fighting?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And been beaten?”
“Beaten, your honour? Well, beggin’ your pardon, sir, I’m surprised at you. My boy Panny-mar give it to his man pretty tidy last night, but he’s nothing to that young gent below yonder.”
“Indeed!” said the captain, frowning.
“Yes, sir, indeed. He do look lovely.”
“Who has my son been fighting with?”
“Young gent as was in charge of the boat as brought Sir Thomas and us aboard, sir.”