s the best
way to get there?"

Jimmy gave the necessary directions.

"I'd like to have you come along," proposed Mr. Crosscrab, who had
taken quite a liking to Jimmy.

"Can't leave me business. Me partner'd git mad if I made him do all de
work."

"No, probably it wouldn't be right. Well, perhaps I will see him some
day and take you both along. I need a guide to show me around New
York. I suppose you would come if I made it worth your while?"

"I'll have t' speak t' me partner," replied Jimmy with a laugh.

"Where do you live?"

"Newsboys' Lodgin' House. We've got a regular room, an' we're dead
swell. Come an' see us."

"Perhaps I will some time," and with a pleasant smile Mr. Crosscrab
bade Jimmy good-by.

"Dick Box," mused the country young man as he walked away. "That is
certainly an odd name. I used to know a boy named Dick, but his last
name wasn't Box nor anything like it."

During this time Dick was selling papers in the financial district. He
found that it was an advantage to follow his method of calling the
attention of the bankers and brokers to news in which they were
interested rather than to more sensational items.

He sold nearly as many papers as did Jimmy, who had years of experience
to his credit. Dick soon became well known as a newsboy in the moneyed
section of the city, and many rich men bought their papers regularly
from him. His frank and courteous manners, and the quiet,
business-like way in which he went about gained him a number of friends.

It also gained him enemies among the other newsboys, who did not like
to see their territory invaded by a newcomer, especially one who did so
well.

But as the financial district was patroled by several policemen and
detectives to prevent robberies, none of the jealous newsboys dared
attack Dick and engage him in a fight, which a number of them wanted to
do to pay him back for taking some of their trade away.

Dick was doing nothing wrong, and he knew it. The streets were free,
and if he could sell papers by his own methods, he knew he was within
his rights.

Still there was much feeling against him, and among those who
considered him their especial enemy was Bulldog Smouder. He had often
sold newspapers in Wall Street, and he noted a falling off in his sales
since Dick's advent. Bulldog's method was like that of his companions.
He would yell out at the top of his voice, and call some piece of news
which might or might not b