by moving it out a short distance, just wide
enough to allow himself to crawl in, Jimmy would have quite a sheltered
place.

He stole along, pausing every now and then in the dark alley to
discover if the watchman was anywhere about. But all was still save
for the whistles of the boats on the East River, for the factory ran
down to the edge of the docks on the water front.

"All serene, I t'ink," mused the boy. "Now fer a good snooze."

He found the box he was looking for, and to his delight the pile of
bags was not disturbed. Jimmy crawled in, shook up the "bed-clothes,"
stretched out on them and was soon sound asleep, all his troubles for
the time being forgotten.

CHAPTER IV

THE NEW BOY

Several hours later, just when it was getting daylight, Jimmy was
awakened by hearing a strange noise close to his ear. At first he
thought he was dreaming, but when the noise continued--a noise of some
one groaning as if in pain--the newsboy sat suddenly up on the pile of
bags and looked about him.

A little light came in between the packing box and the side of the
factory, and by it Jimmy was startled to perceive that his lodging
place had another occupant than himself.

"Hello! Who are youse?" asked Jimmy.

There was no answer save a cry of pain.

"What's de matter?" asked Jimmy again, putting out his hand, for he
could not exactly tell whether the dark object was a human being or a
big black dog.

"Oh! Oh!" murmured a voice. "My head! My head!"

"Why, it's a kid!" exclaimed Jimmy. "A kid! He must be down on his
luck, too, an' crawled in here to bunk. Hey, kid," he went on, "what's
de matter wid yer head?"

The new boy gave no answer. Jimmy turned back one of the bags which
the stranger had partly pulled up over his shoulders. As he did so a
glint of the rising sun struck in between the wall and the edge of the
box, lighting up the interior more plainly.

"Why, it's a swell guy!" said Jimmy, as he saw that the boy was very
well dressed. "He's got nobby clothes on. I wonder what he's doin'
here? Maybe he's run away after readin' dem five-cent weeklies.
Crimps! But dis is a go!"

He could now see the stranger distinctly. He was a boy about Jimmy's
age, but his clothes were much different from the ragged garments of
the newsboy.

"Hey, what's de matter wid youse?" inquired Jimmy, as he saw that the
other made no attempt to get up.

"My head! Oh, how it hurts!" murmured the boy. His e