en to
come out of the room.

"What is it?" asked the manager.

"I'm afraid the lad's going to be quite ill. I can't be positive, but
I don't like his symptoms. He must have had some shock recently that
brought this on. He looks like a boy from some refined home. How does
he come to be in this place?" This physician was not the one who had
seen Dick before.

Mr. Snowden explained as much about Dick's case as he knew, ending up
with an account of Bulldog's meanness.

"That fright was what brought it on," declared the doctor. "Well, I'll
leave some medicine for him, and I'll come in again this afternoon. He
ought to have some one to look after him."

"I guess we can arrange that. His 'partner,' as he calls him, Jimmy
Small, is very kind to him. The two boys have done well selling
papers, and I understand they have quite a tidy little sum saved up.
They are trying to buy a stand. I guess Jimmy will stay in and look
after him, and I will do what I can."

"Perhaps that will answer. He may take a turn for the better. I can
tell in a few hours."

Mr. Snowden had a talk with Jimmy, telling him part of what the doctor
had said, but not enough to alarm the lad. As he expected, Jimmy at
once offered to stay at home and nurse Dick, as he had done once before.

"But what about selling the papers?" asked the manager.

"I can get Sam Schmidt and Frank Merton to look after part of my
customers for me. The rest will have to wait until Dick gets well."

This arrangement was carried out, Frank and Sam gladly agreeing to do
all in their power to help the two boys. Dick was quite ill, but
fortunately nothing very serious developed. His fever still continued,
however, and he was too weak to get out of bed, the physician said.

"How long will I have to stay in?" asked Dick.

"At least a week. Perhaps longer. You require nourishing food, and
your nerves need quieting. You are not used to this life."

"No," said Dick softly, and again there came to him the troublesome
question of what sort a life he was accustomed to, and who he was.

"But you must not worry," cautioned the doctor. "You'll be well taken
care of, and in a short time you can go out again."

In a few days Dick was enough better so that he did not need any one
with him constantly. Jimmy, therefore, could go out on the streets
selling papers, for Mr. Snowden or some of the men employed about the
lodging-house looked in Dick's room several times