"Here are you going to take up the cudgels in the rascal's behalf.

Don't you see there was nothing the matter with the artful black ruffian." "Nothing the matter!" I said.

"Why, wasn't he dangerously ill ?" "Dangerously full," said the doctor, clapping me on the shoulder.

"I was obliged to give him a lesson, Joe, and it will do him good for all our trip.

I suspected the rascal from the very first, but I have studied medicine long enough to know how easy it is to be deceived by appearances; so I gave Master Jimmy the benefit of the doubt, and treated him as if he was really very ill, till I had made assurance doubly sure, and then I thrashed him." "What! do you really mean, doctor--" I began.
"It could not very well have happened with an Englishman, Joe.