I shuddered.

At the end of the next three hours I had been through perils so awful that all peace of mind and all cheerfulness were gone from me.

Gillespie had called and thrown me out of the window.
Jones arrived promptly, and when I got ready to do the cowhiding he took the job off my hands.

In an encounter with a stranger, not in the bill of fare, I had lost my scalp.

Another stranger, by the name of Thompson, left me a mere wreck and ruin of chaotic rags.