He would have passed on, but that the lady tapped his arm with her whip.
"But this is the man I meant," she said.
"This one ?" Contempt rang in the voice.

Peter Blood found himself staring into a pair of beady brown eyes sunk into a yellow, fleshly face like currants into a dumpling.

He felt the colour creeping into his face under the insult of that contemptuous inspection.

"Bah! A bag of bones.
What should I do with him ?" He was turning away when Gardner interposed.
"He maybe lean, but he's tough; tough and healthy.

When half of them was sick and the other half sickening, this rogue kept his legs and doctored his fellows.