"So, you see, I don't feel very kindly toward this Sweet boy, if he was the one who knocked me down."
"Oh, but I'm sure he isn't the one."
"Why are you so sure?"
"Because he wouldn't be so mean about it, and lie, and all, if he had done it. You see, a boy who has been so nice to me as he has, couldn't really be so mean as all that to anybody else."
"Not conclusive," said the man. "You only make a statement. You don't offer proof."
"But I--Well!" ejaculated Billy, "I'd do most anything to make you see that Purt couldn't be guilty of knocking you down."
"I'll tell you," said the man without a name, smiling again, "I haven't any particular hard feelings against your friend. Or I wouldn't have if I could get my name and memory back. So you find out some way of helping me recover my memory--you and your young friends, Billy Long--and I'll forgive the Sweet boy, whether he hurt me or not."
"Suppose the cops arrest him?" asked Billy worriedly.
"I'll do all I can to keep them from annoying Sweet if you boys and girls can find out who I am and where I belong," declared the man, laughing somewhat ruefully.
And Billy shook hands on that To his mind the task was not impossible.