"Steven looked wan in the light of the lantern, but he smiled when he saw Emma. That distracted him from the fact that Sing Cho was opening a large brown bottle. Just when Sing Cho doused the long cut with alcohol, Emma stuffed the biscuit into Steven's mouth and stifled what she was sure was a string of shouted curses. His eyes narrowed, and his jaw moved angrily as he chewed and swallowed. "Damn it, woman," he rasped, "when something hurts as bad as that, a man has a right to cuss." "You did enough cussing the first time," Emma replied, watching as Sing Cho wrapped a fresh bandage around his arm."