The Doctor, therefore, like the eagle scenting the carnage, seized, at the first word, the huge volume of morocco leather which formed his case of portable instruments, and uncoiled before the Captain, with ostentatious display, its formidable and glittering contents, upon which he began to lecture as upon a copious and interesting text, until the man of war thought it necessary to give him a word of caution.
"Och," says he, "I do pray you, Doctor, to carry that packet of yours under the breast of your coat, or in your pocket, or somewhere out of sight, and by no means to produce or open it before the parties.

For although scalpels, and tourniquets, and pincers, and the like, are very ingenious implements, and pretty to behold, and are also useful when time and occasion call for them, yet I have known the sight of them take away a man's fighting stomach, and so lose their owner a job, Dr.
Quackleben." "By my faith, Captain MacTurk," said the Doctor, "you speak as if you were graduated!--I have known these treacherous articles play their master many a cursed trick.

The very sight of my forceps, without the least effort on my part, once cured an inveterate toothache of three days' duration, prevented the extraction of a carious molendinar, which it was the very end of their formation to achieve, and sent me home minus a guinea .-- But hand me that great-coat, Captain, and we will place the instruments in ambuscade, until they are called into action in due time.

I should think something will happen--Sir Bingo is a sure shot at a moorcock." "Cannot say," replied MacTurk; "I have known the pistol shake many a hand that held the fowlingpiece fast enough.

Yonder Tyrrel looks like a teevilish cool customer--I watched him the whole time I was delivering my errand, and I can promise you he is mettle to the backbone." "Well--I will have my bandages ready _secundum artem_," replied the man of medicine.