“I have you to thank for helping me that night,” he said.
“Ay, ay, Master Archie; but don’t you know me?”
“No—no. I don’t think so.”
The big-bearded man took out a little case from his pocket, and pulled therefrom a pair of horn-bound spectacles.
“Why!” cried Archie, “you’re not—”
“I am, really.”
“Oh, Bob Cooper, I’m pleased to see you! Tell me all your story.”
“Not yet, chummie; it is too long, or rather you’re too weak. Why, you’re crying!”
“It’s tears of joy!”
“Well, well; I would join you, lad, but tears ain’t in my line. But somebody else will want to see you to-morrow.”