He looked up in my face with all the tokens of gratitude and thankfulness that could appear in any countenance; but was so weak, notwithstanding he had so exerted himself in the fight, that he could not stand up upon his feet—he tried to do it two or three times, but was really not able, his ankles were so swelled and so painful to him; so I bade him sit still, and caused Friday to rub his ankles, and bathe them with rum, as he had done his father’s.
Annyira legyengült, hogy nem bírt lábra állni, bár kétszer-háromszor megpróbálta. A bokái is felduzzadtak és fájtak, megkértem hát, hogy maradjon nyugodtan ülve, Pénteknek pedig szóltam, hogy dörzsölje be a spanyol bokáját rummal, ahogy az apja lábával is tette.