He sent the topman down into the top for a tail-block and the studding-sail haulyards, made a whip, and lowered me on deck.

I was immediately put into my hammock; and the surgeon ordering me some hot brandy-and-water, and plenty of blankets, in a few hours I was quite restored.
O'Brien, who was at my bedside, said, "Never mind, Peter, and don't be angry with Mr Falcon, for he is very sorry." "I am not angry, O'Brien; for Mr Falcon has been too kind to me not to make me forgive him for being once hasty." The surgeon came to my hammock, gave me some more hot drink, desired me to go to sleep, and I woke the next morning quite well.
When I came into the berth, my messmates asked me how I was, and many of them railed against the tyranny of Mr Falcon; but I took his part, saying, that he was hasty in this instance, perhaps, but that, generally speaking, he was an excellent and very just officer.

Some agreed with me, but others did not.

One of them, who was always in disgrace, sneered at me, and said, "Peter reads the Bible, and knows that if you smite one cheek, he must offer the other.

Now, I'll answer for it, if I pull his right ear he will offer me his left." So saying, he lugged me by the ear, upon which I knocked him down for his trouble.