was a dog, den I heard youse moanin' an'
I sees de cut on yer head."

"Oh, my head! It hurts very much'"

"Put some more cold water on it," advised the amateur doctor, and the
boy did so.

"How's dat?" asked Jimmy.

"Better. I feel much better. But I can't understand how I came here."

"I can't needer. What's yer name?"

"Name?" repeated the other with a wondering stare.

"Sure. What do de odder kids call youse?"

"Oh! My name is Dick."

"Dick? Dick what? Youse must have two names, same's I have."

"Why, yes, of course I have. My name is Dick--Dick--er--I--I--why!"
the new boy exclaimed, trying to get up on his knees, but finding he
was too weak. "I--I can't remember what my other name is--it's gone
from me--something seems to have happened. I remember my first name is
Dick, but I can't think what my last name is. Can't you help me?" and
he turned a piteous look on Jimmy.

"Dat's queer!" exclaimed Jimmy. "He's forgot his name! What am I up
against?"

"Don't you remember my other name?" begged the boy.

"Me? No. How kin I remember it when I never seen youse before? Don't
youse know yer own name?"

"I did, but it's gone from me. All I can remember is that they called
me Dick."

"Yes, Dick; but Dick what?"

"I don't know." The sufferer tried hard to think what his other name
was, but it was impossible to recollect.

"Can't ye remember anythin' else?" asked Jimmy. "Where'd youse come
from?"

"I can't remember that, either. All I know is that I got hit on the
head. Then it was all dark, and the next thing I recollect I saw you
putting water on my head."

"Dis sure is a queer go," murmured Jimmy. "Here I am wid a kid dat
can't even remember his own name, an' me dead broke. Oh, yes, dis is a
nice state of affairs!"

CHAPTER V

DICK'S NEW NAME

For a minute or more Jimmy thought over the situation. He had been in
many strange plights, even in his short life, but never had he known
such a situation as this was. He hardly knew what to do.

"Where are we?" asked Dick, while he continued to bathe his head with
the water.

"We're in a big box, in a factory alley, down by de East River,"
replied the newsboy. "Dis is me headquarters when I ain't got no coin."

"I think--I'm not sure--but maybe I have a little money," said Dick.
"I remember having some. This place is so cramped I can't get my hand
in my pocket."

"Lay down an' stretch out on yer back; den ye kin,"