advised Jimmy.
"Dat's what I have t' do. Dis place ain't hardly big enough fer two."

The other lad did so, and when he put his hand in his pocket the
musical jingle of change rewarded him.

"Dat's chink, sure enough!" decided the newsboy. "Now how much is it?"

Dick pulled out a handful of coins. With practiced fingers Jimmy
counted the money.

"Two dollars an' fourteen cents," he announced. "Dat ain't so bad.
Where'd ye git it? What d'ye work at?"

"I don't know. I can't seem to remember. I can't remember anything
but that they called me Dick."

"Dat's queer. But we kin fix dat part of it."

"What part?"

"About de name."

"How do you mean? Do you know my other name?"

"No, but youse got t' have one. Everybody has t' have two names. I'll
tell youse what I'll do. I'll give youse another name, an' youse kin
keep it till youse gits yer own back."

The other boy looked a little doubtful of this proceeding.

"What will you name me?" he asked.

"I'll call youse Dick Box."

"Dick Box? That's a queer name."

"Well, dis is a queer go all around. Youse says yer first name is
Dick. Well, I finds youse in a box, so I'll call youse Dick Box. See?"

"I suppose that will do as well as any other name for the present,"
agreed Dick, "Perhaps I can remember my other name when my head stops
hurting."

"Does it hurt yet?"

"Quite a bit."

"Den let's git outer here," proposed Jimmy. "De watchman'll be along
in a little while, and he'll kick us out anyhow. I kin take youse t' a
hospital, if youse want's t' go. It don't cost nuttin'. I was dere
once, when a cab-horse stepped on me foot. Dey treated me out of
sight."

"Oh, I don't think my head is bad enough to go to a hospital for," said
Dick. "Perhaps, when I get out in the air, it will feel better. It
aches now, and I believe I'm hungry."

"Don't say a word. I am too," replied Jimmy. "But I ain't got de
price. Here, better take yer chink, before it gits lost," and he
handed Dick back the coins.

"Perhaps you'll--I mean--wouldn't you like to go with me and have some
breakfast?" proposed Dick. "I'm a stranger here. By the way, what
city am I in?"

"Say, does youse mean dat?"

"Mean what?"

"Don't youse know ye're in N'York?"

"New York? Is this New York? No, I had no idea where I was."

"Well, if dis ain't de limit!" exclaimed Jimmy. "It's gittin' wuss
instead of better, Dick Box."

"What is?"

"Dis mystery about youse.