Johnny wondered where he had heard the name before; but though he was sure he had heard it, he could not remember where.
He began to feel quite tired and sleepy before the doctor returned for him, and his bruises ached badly. Once he would have cried and worried every one about him, if in such an uncomfortable state; but now he bore the pain like a Spartan.
The doctor came at last, and after thanking the Englishman again, he led the tired horse, with weary Johnny upon his back, to a wood-cutter’s cottage near at hand, where they were to pass the night.
Eric welcomed them with tears of joy in his eyes.
“O, Johnny, what a narrow escape you have had!”
“We ought to be very thankful,” said the doctor.
“Yes,” said Johnny, sleepily, “I am thankful!”
He woke up just before Eric went to bed, and said,—
“That boy said his name was Arthur Montgomery. Where have I heard that name, Eric?”
“Why,” exclaimed Eric, “that was the name on the box of money I found!”