"I pulled out the spear at once from Mr. Kennedy's back, and cut the jag with Mr. Kennedy's knife.

Yet, truly it had been a wondrous suit of strength that had kept my life within me when that I had been so deadly beset; and I to know that it to be yet like to save both our lives, if that we could someway straighten it, and ease the broken jags from wounding me afresh.

I took the whole thing as a great compliment, proud to feel that any drink from my cellars could have produced such a majestic jag.