CHAPTER XVIIWhen Pepillo set his mind on it, he could manage more things than you would ever guess. My face was bunged up pretty bad, and it was either purple and blue or else it was swelling and red, where those fists of Rusty McArdle had banged home. There was still a wavering feeling in the back of my head, and I could tell well enough that if he had happened to land one clean wallop, while he was well set, he would have knocked me out proper and right on the spot. Pepillo made me lie down, and then he begun to work on my face with cold dressings, until the pain and the swelling went down simply wonderful. And after that, he got out a little bottle of a strong liniment which it would make you jump to have it rubbed on your skin, it was so hot! When he was done, I was so relieved and so
