be sufficiently hardy to whistle within
those awful walls? Then he wondered if he was the only new boy, and if
so, whether every one would stare at him and laugh at his new coat. He
wished he'd got his old one on, then he wouldn't have felt so brand-new.
And then--and then...

But here, tired-out with his long journey and the excitement of the day,
a drowsy fit came over him, and without another thought he dropped off
to sleep, where he sat. In this attitude the housekeeper found him when
she returned.

She could not help feeling rather more than a common interest in this
curly-haired, tired-out little fellow, as he sat there in his new
clothes, huddled up, with his little hat slipping from his head, and his
hand clasping his precious six-bladed knife. Accustomed as she was to
boys and their rude ways, this matron had a good deal of softness left
in her heart, and I dare say she thought as she watched Charlie that
afternoon that if she had ever had a son of her own she would have liked
a boy something like the little fellow before her. She went softly up
to him, took his hat from its perilous situation, and, lifting him in
her strong arms so gently as not to wake him, laid him on her own sofa,
and left him there to enjoy his well-merited sleep, while she busied
herself about making tea.

It was at this moment that a calamity befell me, which, in my
inexperience of the ways and natures of watches, I imagined to be
nothing short of fatal. The excitement through which I had passed, and
the rough-and-ready usage to which I had been subjected during the day,
seemed all of a sudden to overpower me. In some unaccountable way I
found my hands caught together in a manner I had never known them to be
before; no effort of mine could disengage them, and the exertion thus
required, added to the fatigues of the day, produced a sort of paralysis
of my whole system without quite losing consciousness. I could feel my
circulation become slower and finally stop; my nerves and energies
became suspended, and my hands grew numb and powerless. Even my heart
ceased to beat, and the little cry of alarm which I gave just before my
powers left me failed to bring me any help. I was ill, very ill indeed;
to me it seemed as if my last moment had come, and I could not bear the
thought of thus early being taken from my young master, whom already I
had learned to love as my best, though my roughest friend.

How long I lay thus, speechless