He was returning from the head of the run-way, from where he had taken a peep down at the drinking-place.

His course brought him near, but still he did not notice me.

He proceeded casually on his way until abreast of me, and then, without warning and with incredible swiftness, he smote me a buffet on the head.

I was knocked backward fully a dozen feet before I fetched up against the ground, and I remember, half-stunned, even as the blow was struck, hearing the wild uproar of clucking and shrieking laughter that arose from the caves.

It was a great joke--at least in that day; and right heartily the Folk appreciated it.
Thus was I received into the horde.