"Are there any medicines ?" "You'll find some salves and ointments on the top shelf in the second closet, and you can make a poultice for this hurt of mine.

Between you and me, Peter, I've less pain, but much more weakness, which is a bad sign." "Oh, you'll be well in a few days," said Robert cheerfully.

"One wound won't carry off a man as strong as you are." "One wound always suffices, provided it goes in deep enough, but I thank you for your rosy predictions, Peter.

I think your good wishes are genuinely sincere." Robert realized that they were so, in truth.

In addition to the call of humanity, he had an intense horror of being left alone on the island, and he would fight hard to save the slaver's life.