“Yis, Oi thought so mesilf, but th’ docthers say Oi’m not thot bad hurrut.”
Frank drew a breath of relief, feeling thankful, indeed, for this knowledge.
The little cop began to scowl again, and pucker up his homely face.
“So it’s a studint ye are?” he exclaimed. “Well, Oi dunno thot Oi want to talk wid ye at all, at all.”
“But I know something you may desire to know, Mr. O’Farrel.”
“Oi’m not sure av thot.”
“I understand you are anxious to learn just who it was that threw you against the post and injured you?”
“Pwhat av thot?”
“Perhaps I can tell you.”
An eager look came into the face of the man on the cot.