Under ordinary circumstances, after all that I had undergone, I should have been fit for bed and a trained nurse.
But my knee was bothering me terribly.

As well as I could make out, the kneecap seemed turned up on edge in the midst of the swelling.

As I sat in my bunk examining it (the six hunters were all in the steerage, smoking and talking in loud voices), Henderson took a passing glance at it.
"Looks nasty," he commented.

"Tie a rag around it, and it'll be all right." That was all; and on the land I would have been lying on the broad of my back, with a surgeon attending on me, and with strict injunctions to do nothing but rest.

But I must do these men justice.