Round he turned, pitched his hammer at Johnny, and knocked him down flat on the king’s high way.
CHAPTER IV.
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OHNNY was not dead; Fortune had other adventures in store for Johnny. A farmer came out with his men, and carried him into the house, where he soon came to his senses. It was not very much in that way he had to come to; but if Johnny had not many brains, he had an extraordinarily thick skull. The blow with the hammer would have killed another man, but it only made a bump on the head of our Johnny.
The farmer asked him where he came from and what he wanted.
‘I’m going to Hergnies, to eat roast goose,’ said Johnny.