r de cross piece of de letter T is on de top or on de bottom, an'
I've clean forgot which is knocked flat on de side--de D or de O."

"Oh, you'll soon remember all that. Don't be discouraged. It will
come in time," said Dick encouragingly; and then the two newsboy
partners said good-night and crawled between the blankets.

CHAPTER XIII

BULLDOG QUESTIONS DICK

Business was better for the two boys the next day, as the rain had
ceased and there was a lively demand for papers. As soon as the first
rush was over Jimmy, who was as usual at his place at Broadway and
Barclay Street, turned to an advertisement in one of the papers and
began to pick out the letters. He was engaged in this occupation when
a man stopped in front of him, but at first Jimmy did not see him.

"Aren't you selling any papers to-day?" asked the man.

"Sure," replied Jimmy, alive in an instant to business. "_Sun, Woild,
Herald, Times, Joinal_--why--why----" he exclaimed as he looked up and
saw Mr. Crosscrab, the young man from Vermont, standing in front of him.

"I see you remember me," said Mr. Crosscrab, smiling.

"Dat's what I do. Did youse git t' Brooklyn all right?"

"Yes, and when I got there I found my aunt very sick. That is why I
haven't been back to New York. This is the first chance I have had to
come over, and I took the opportunity of looking for you."

"Well, I'm right on de job. Have a paper?"

"I'll take a _Sun_," and the countryman handed Jimmy a nickel.

"Dat's all right," replied the newsboy in a spirit of generosity.
"Have one on me."

"Are you giving papers away?"

"To me friends, yep."

"Well, I don't expect to get my news that way, though I'm glad you
consider me a friend. I insist on paying for this."

"But didn't youse give me a quarter?"

"That was for information furnished. I consider I got twenty-five
cents' worth from you. Now I want to buy a paper. If you won't sell
it, I'll get one from some other boy."

"Well, if youse puts it dat way I'll take de coin," said Jimmy, though
he honestly wanted Mr. Crosscrab to take a paper for nothing.

"How have you been since I last saw you?" asked the young man.

"Fine. I've got a partner in me business now."

"Is that so? Who is he?"

"Dick Box."

"Dick Box? What a strange name."

"Well, I found him in a queer place--in a box--so I give him dat name.
He don't know any udder."

"That's odd. Well, I am going up to Central Park. Which i