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.
Dos o tres veces intentó incorporarse pero le resultaba imposible, a causa de la inflamación y el dolor en las piernas. Le dije que se quedara tranquilo e indiqué a Viernes que se las untara y friccionara con ron, como había hecho antes con su padre.