"That's so. I must have had one."
"Maybe it's back in de box. I'll go look."
He came back in a few seconds with a soft hat and placed it on Dick's head. As he did so he uttered a cry of astonishment.
"What's the matter?" asked Dick.
"Say, no wonder yer mind went back on youse. Dere's a lump as big as a baseball on de back of yer cocoanut. Dat's what made youse fergit yer name, I guess."
Dick felt of the back of his head. Sure enough there was a large swelling there, and it was very painful.
"Who done it?" asked Jimmy.
"I can't remember."
"Dat's funny. If some bloke fetched me a swipe like dat you bet I'd remember it. But come on, we'd better be makin' tracks outer her, 'fore de watchman spots us. I don't want him t' disturb me bed. I might need it ag'in."
"Suppose we go and get some breakfast?" proposed Dick.