Percival was stripped to the waist.

The glare of the lanterns fell upon his broad shoulders and powerful arms, bronzed and burnished by the sun of the high hills.
"Come," she said, laying her hand on one of his brawny arms, "I have with me the bandages." She sent a swift glance over him, and smiled.
"But I see you have not the bottle.

Is it in your cabin, Mr.Percivail ?" He flushed darkly under his coat of tan.

His companions stared for a moment, and then went on.
"I am busy," he said.

"I haven't the time now, Madame Obosky.