He looked up in the sky with his hands in his coat pockets and was a step, or so, in advance of me; and he turned short--I didn't know--I had no more fear than you--and struck me a blow with something he had in his hand.

He rose to the blow on his toes--'twas so swift, I had no time--I could not see what he struck with, 'twas like a short bit of rope.' 'Charles Archer?
Do you know him, Dr.Toole ?' asked Lowe.

Toole shook his head.
'Charles Archer!' he repeated, looking at Sturk; 'where does he live ?' and he winked to Toole, who was about speaking, to hold his peace.
'Here--in this town--Chapelizod, up the river, a bit, with--with a--changed name,' answered Sturk.

And at the name he mentioned, Lowe and Toole, in silence and steadfastly, exchanged a pale, grim glance that was awful to see..