yes were closed,
and his face was very pale.

Jimmy looked more closely at him. Then, to his surprise, he saw there
was quite a cut on the boy's forehead. The blood had dried on it,
leaving a red streak on the white skin.

"Crimps! Some bloke swiped him one on de noddle!" cried Jimmy. "A
nasty one, fer a fact. He's half dead from it. Wonder how in de woild
he ever come here? Maybe dey robbed him an' chucked him in here so de
cops wouldn't git on to it. I've got t' do somethin'. Hey, kid," he
went on, "can't youse git up?"

The boy murmured something Jimmy could not understand.

"Mebby I'd better tell some one," thought the newsboy. "He might die
in here. Den if I do dey may say I done it an' I'll git inter trouble.
Crimps! But dis is a queer go!"

Kneeling there in the big packing box beside the injured boy Jimmy
rapidly thought over the situation. He was considering, in his own
way, what was the best thing to do. Finally he decided.

"I'll doctor him a bit meself first," he murmured. "Dat cut needs
washin'. Den mebby he'll rouse up a bit. It's early, an' I guess I
can sneak out in de yard an' git some water from de faucet. Dat
watchman will be tendin' to de fires now."

Peering cautiously out of the box, Jimmy saw no one in the factory
yard. He knew where there was a faucet, near a trough where the horses
were watered, and usually there was a pail beside it. He had often
made his morning toilet there.

Running to it, he drew some water in the pail, and returning to the
box, he shoved the receptacle from the wall and used his hand to wash
the blood off the other boy's head as he knelt beside him. At the
first touch of the cold water the stranger sat up. His eyes opened in
a wondering stare, and he exclaimed:

"Where am I?"

[Illustration: "Where am I?" asked the strange boy. _Page_ 30]

"Now take it easy, kid," advised Jimmy. "Ye're all right, an' ye're in
a safe place--anyway, fer a while yet. Here, take a drink of dis;
it'll do youse good."

Hardly realizing what he did, the boy drank from the big pail which
Jimmy held up for him. This made the stranger feel much better.

"Where am I?" he repeated. "How did I come here?" and he looked about
him in surprise as his eyes took in the narrow quarters of the box.

"Youse kin search me, kid," replied Jimmy frankly. "I come in here t'
bunk 'cause some bloke swiped all me chink. When I wakes up I sees
youse. First I t'ought youse