Of course I went sprawling into the road right in front of the lorry.

The horses came stamping and sliding straight on to me, and, before I could wriggle out of the way, the hoof of one of them smashed in my hat--that was a new one that I came home in--and half-stunned me.

Then the near wheel struck my head, making a dirty little scalp wound, and pinned down my sleeve so that I couldn't pull away my arm, which is consequently barked all the way down.

It was a mighty near thing, Jervis; another inch or two and I should have been rolled out as flat as a starfish." "What became of the man ?" I asked, wishing I could have had a brief interview with him.
"Lost to sight though to memory dear: he was off like a lamplighter.

An alcoholic apple-woman picked me up and escorted me back to the hospital.
It must have been a touching spectacle," he added, with a dry smile at the recollection.
"And I suppose they kept you there for a time to recover ?" "Yes; I went into dry dock in the O.P.room, and then old Langdale insisted on my lying down for an hour or so in case any symptoms of concussion should appear.