All those months ago you had your full strength and a pistol ball meant nothing to you.

That isn't the case now. And you'll be easy to guard, if you're in the infirmary under the death toll.

[He is out of give, out of good humour; the playfulness that had sprung up between him and Jones is gone like fog burned away by the sun, and he is as much the unyielding man who refused to speak as his bone splintered now as he was then.]