When Urquhart threw the dart at the next crossing point around the middle near-circle, some college students came in and one stumbled, falling towards the dartboard.
Urquhart lunged at the dart to keep it from hitting the tipsy boy.
"Hey, look where you're going, grandpa," was what he got in reply.
Urquhart never picked fights with strangers in bars, especially not if they were American kids, so he just recovered his darts. He only had six, after all.