'm going to try," and Jimmy spoke very slowly.

"You're doing very well," complimented his young teacher. "I wish I
was making some progress myself."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I'd like to find out who I am. Sometimes in the night I get to
thinking about it, and I feel quite badly. I think I must have
some--some folks somewhere, and maybe they're anxious about me."

"Don't any of it come back to youse--I mean you?" asked Jimmy
sympathetically.

"Not the least. I've tried and tried again, but all I can remember is
a big house somewhere with lots of ground around it and a man and a
lady who were good to me. I seem to remember driving a horse once."

"Maybe you worked as a driver," suggested Jimmy, "and a horse kicked
you. That's how your head was hurt, maybe."

"I don't believe so. I don't remember working anywhere. I wish there
was some way of finding out about myself."

Jimmy felt a sudden twinge of his conscience. Perhaps it was his fault
that Dick had not been able to discover the secret of the mystery that
surrounded him. Jimmy had said nothing to the police about the boy,
and Sam Schmidt had not read of any reward being offered for
information of a missing lad. Jimmy determined to make amends.

"Dick, I've got somethin' to tell you," he said, speaking slowly and
more correctly than he ever talked before. "Maybe it's my fault that
you don't know who you are."

"Your fault? How do you mean?"

And then Jimmy, feeling very much ashamed of himself, told of how he
had kept silent, hoping that a reward would be offered.

"I'm--I'm awful sorry," he concluded. "I feel real mean about it,
Dick, for you've been so good to me an' have done so much for me."

For a few seconds Dick said nothing. The disclosure was quite a shock
to him. But he did not blame Jimmy, for he realized that the boy did
not know any better.

"Do you think the police would know anything about me, Jimmy?" asked
Dick at length.

"Maybe they would. Come on, we'll go to headquarters," replied Jimmy,
anxious to make up for lost time.

It did not take the two boys long to reach police headquarters in
Mulberry Street. Jimmy felt a little diffident about going into that
dreaded place, of which he had heard so much, and the brass-buttoned
sergeant sitting behind the brass railing looked very stern, but the
newsboy mustered up courage to enter. As for Dick, he was filled with
a nervous excitement.

The story was soon told