e above
him.
"I suppose you know your way around New York pretty well, don't you?"
the countryman went on.
"Dat's right. Ye can't lose me."
"Are you here almost every day?"
"When I ain't in Wall Street investin' me millions I am."
"Still inclined to jokes, I see," murmured the man. "Well, I'd like to
know more about you. You seem like a bright lad, and I may want to ask
you some directions about getting around New York. I may see you
to-morrow. Does your father allow you to work all day?"
"I ain't got no fader," said Jimmy. He did not speak sadly. He took
it as a matter of course, for he had been so long without either
father, mother or other relatives to care for him that parents were
only a dim recollection to him. "I ain't got nobody," he went on.
"I'm in business fer meself."
"Haven't you a mother or a sister or a brother?" asked Mr. Crosscrab,
feeling a strong sympathy for the boy.
"Nixy. Not a one."
"How long have you been selling papers?"
"About two years. But say, mister, I don't want to be short wid youse,
only I've got t' go an' git some more papes. I'm sold out, an' dis is
me busy time. Stop around t'-morrer an' I'll tell ye all I know about
N'York."
"That's all right," said Mr. Crosscrab, understanding the situation.
"I didn't mean to keep you from your work. If I pass this way
to-morrow I shall look for you. Here is something to pay you for your
trouble."
He held out a coin to Jimmy, who promptly took it. It was a silver
quarter.
"Crimps!" exclaimed Jimmy as he saw the money. "Say, youse is all
right, that's what youse is! Ye kin ast me questions all day at dat
rate."
Mr. Crosscrab, with a smile and a wave of his hand for good-by, passed
on toward the Brooklyn Bridge, while Jimmy, hardly able to believe his
good fortune, hurried after some more papers.
"I certainly am in luck t'-day," he murmured. "I wonder what ails dat
guy? Maybe he's crazy an' believes in givin' all his money away. I
wish he'd come by t'-morrer. Crimps! But dis is fine! I'll go see a
show t'-night sure!"
CHAPTER II
JIMMY IS OUT OF LUCK
Jimmy bought another supply of papers and hurried back to his corner.
But no sooner had he come in sight of it than he saw it was occupied by
a large newsboy. The newcomer was a lad much bigger and stronger than
our young hero, but in spite of that Jimmy was not going to be deprived
of his place without a protest.
"Hey, Bulldog!"
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