Coming thus to the Rovers' camp, and finding their captain sitting in the shade to digest his dinner, Firm laid hold of him by the neck, and gave way to feelings of severity.

Don Pedro regretted his misconduct, and being lifted up for the moment above his ordinary view, perceived that he might have done better, and shaped the pattern of his tongue to it.

Firm, hearing this, had good hopes of him; yet knowing how volatile repentance is, he strove to form a well-marked track for it.

And when the captain ceased to receive cowhide, he must have had it long enough to miss it.
Now this might have ended honorably and amicably for all concerned, if the captain had known when he was well off.

Unluckily he had purloined a bottle of Mr.Gundry's whiskey, and he drew the cork now to rub his stripes, and the smell of it moved him to try it inside.