Then his lips became whiter than his cheeks, and he would have fallen to the ground had not Charley Barker caught him.
"Say, Tommy," exclaimed Charley, "this is awful!"
"What'll I do?" asked Tommy.
"Say nothing to anybody. Watch your chance to get into the shop, and hide away in a coffin, as I told you."
"But how about poor Swanny Marsh?"
"I'll take him home. Don't bother yourself about him."
"All right."
"Don't forget; you're not to squeal. I must post Swanny when he comes to. If you don't look out we shall all get sent up."
Tommy nodded his head, as if he quite comprehended the warning.
He walked sadly away, and Charley, in time, with some difficulty, got Swanny home.