"Ah!" he said, as he approached the bed, "you're beginning to look your old self already. Now who is this, think you?"
Archie extended a feeble white hand.
"Why, Whitechapel!" he exclaimed joyfully. "Wonders will never cease!"
"Well, Johnnie, and how are ye? I told ye, ye know, that 'the king might come in the cadger's way.'"
"Not much king about me now, Harry; but sit down. Why I've come through such a lot since I saw you, that I begin to feel quite aged. Well, it is just like old times seeing you. But you're not a bit altered. No beard, or moustache, or anything, and just as cheeky-looking as when you gave me that thrashing in the wood at Burley. But you don't talk so Cockneyfied."
"No, Johnnie; ye see I've roughed it a bit, and learned better English in the bush and scrub. But I say, Johnnie, I wouldn't mind being back for a day or two at Burley. I think I could ride your buck-jumping 'Eider-Duck' now. Ah, I won't forget that first ride, though; I've got to rub myself yet whenever I think of it."
"But how on earth did you get here at all, the pair of you?"
"Well," said Harry, "that ain't my story 'alf so much as it is Bob's. I reckon he better tell it."
"Oh, but I haven't the gift of the gab like you, Harry! I'm a slow coach. I am a duffer at a story."
"Stop telling both," cried Archie. "I don't want any story about the matter. Just a little conversational yarn; you can help each other out, and what I don't understand, why I'll ask, that's all."