"He won't want for that, sir. Sarah here has been like a little mother to him."
Archie dozed for days. Only, whenever he was sensible, he could notice that Sarah was far better dressed, and far older-looking and nicer-looking than ever she had been. And now and then the big-bearded man came and sat by his bed, looking sometimes at him, some times at Sarah.
One day Archie was able to sit up; he felt quite well almost, though of course he was not really so.
"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."