'What'd you pay for that nag?' Jack snarled, and, since he didn't have time to disassemble his crutch, raised it up like a knight's lance, bracing the padded cross-piece against his ribs, and spurred Turk forward with his heels. The cold air felt good rushing over his bare feet. The Captain got a look of dignified befuddlement on his face that Jack would always remember, and the others, behind him, got out of the way in a sudden awkward clocking and scraping of hooves – and then at the last moment this Captain realized he was in an impossible situation, and tried to lean out of the way. The crutch-tip caught him in the upper arm and probably gave him a serious bruise. Jack rode through the middle of the Admiral's entourage and then got Turk turned around to face them again, which took longer than he was comfortable with – but all of those Admirals and Colonels and Captains had to get turned around, too, and their horses were not as good as Jack's.