 Oh. Now, it's all right, little fellow. Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you very much. Margaret, hand me over that basin of water and some fresh lint, will you? What's the matter, Henry? Is he badly hurt? I can't tell yet. Well, old chap, what happened? Did you get knocked down? Yes, sir. I was running along the street on a message from my mother. And you got mixed up with a horse and dray.