“He soaked the first compress, but the second one is doing better,” she assured me. “He wants whisky; is that all right?” “Make him stand up,” I said, reaching the waistband of the captain’s breeches. “If he can stand upright for thirty seconds, he can have whisky. If not, give him honey-water and make him lie down flat on the floor. No matter what he says.”
Always with the whisky🥃
