"They're larrikins," he said to himself, and "he's a greenhorn." He spat in his fist, and kept his eye on the advancing figures.
Archie met them. They were arm-in-arm, five in all, and instead of making way for him, rushed him, and down he went, his head catching the kerb with frightful force. They at once proceeded to rifle him. But perhaps "larrikins" had never gone to ground so quickly and so unexpectedly before. It was the bearded man who was "having his fling" among them, and he ended by grabbing one in each hand till a policeman came up.
"Down went Archie, his head catching the kerb with frightful
force. They at once proceeded to rifle him. But larrikins had never
gone to ground so quickly before. It was the bearded man who ended
by grabbing one in each hand till a policeman came up."
Archie remembered nothing more then.
When he became sensible he was in bed with a bandaged head, and feeling as weak all over as a kitten. Sarah was in the room with the landlady.
"Hush, my dear," said the latter; "you've been very ill for more than a week. You're not to get up, nor even to speak."
Archie certainly did not feel inclined to do either. He just closed his eyes and dozed off again, and his soul flew right away back to Burley.
"Oh, yes; he's out of danger!" It was the doctor's voice. "He'll do first-rate with careful nursing."