Episode 12, The Cyclops
Then he was telling us the master at arms comes along with a long cane and he draws out and he flogs the bloody backside off of the poor lad till he yells meila murder.
When I saw the coffin I knew that I was respited, for, as I judged, there was space between it and the wall behind enough to contain my little carcass; and in a second I had put out the candle, scrambled up the shelves, half-stunned my senses with dashing my head against the roof, and squeezed my body betwixt wall and coffin.
Will meet you at 11h15. OSM!
He would have rid that horse, too, pa says, if I hadn't a stopped him. A durn spotted critter wilder than a catty-mount. A deliberate flouting of her and me.
