The captain couldn't make up his mind, and his friends, who had come there expressly to wipe up my blood and play knucklebones with my dispersed teeth, had to content themselves with catching words in mid-air.
Militar haren enparauak, haiek ere orain zalantzak hartuak, propio etorriak nere odola xukatzera eta nere hortz sakabanatuekin malkotan jostatzera, orain airean hitz batzuk harrapatzeaz kontentatu behar ziren garaipen bakartzat.