n't go to-night."

"Why not?"

"I have to go to evening school. The term closes this week."

"Aw, cut it out," advised Jimmy. "Come wid me. We'll have a bully
time."

"No, I don't believe I will."

"Den I am. I'm in luck t'-day. Feller give me a quarter fer showin'
him where de Brooklyn Bridge was. He was from de country. Guess he
was bug-house."

"Bug-house? That's a new one on me."

"Sure, nutty--crazy, ye know, dippy in de lid--off his noodle."

"You certainly have a choice lot of slang," remarked Frank with a smile
as he left Jimmy.

"Well, den, I'll have t' go t' de show alone," thought the lad. "Let's
see how much I've got."

He counted over his change and found he had more than he expected.

"Dollar an' seventy-seven cents. Crimps! But I'll buy a pack of
cigarettes an' have a swell time. Guess I'll git a bit of grub now,
an' den I'll be ready fer de show."

"Grub" for Jimmy meant supper. He made a substantial meal on some
beans, coffee and bread and what passed for butter in one of the
cheapest of the Bowery eating-places. This cost him ten cents. He
spent five cents for cigarettes, for Jimmy had learned to smoke them at
an early age, and did not consider it wrong, as most of his companions
indulged in the same habit.

Puffing on the cigarette, with his hands in his pockets and a
comfortable feeling under his belt, Jimmy strolled up the Bowery toward
the moving-picture show of the prize-fight. He found a number of
persons, including some of his newsboy acquaintances, going in.

"Hello, Bricks," greeted a lad, giving Jimmy the nickname that had been
bestowed on him because of his sandy hair.

"Hello yerself, Nosey," replied Jimmy, for the other boy had a very big
nose which had earned him this title.

"Goin' in?"

"Sure."

"Take me; I'm broke."

"Come on," invited Jimmy generously, feeling like a small edition of a
millionaire. "Have a cigarette?"

"T'anks. Say, youse must be flush wid de coin."

"Oh, I made a little t'-day."

The boys and many grown persons entered the amusement place. They were
soon deeply interested in the moving pictures of the prize-fight,
yelling and shouting as the photographs of the pugilists were thrown on
the white screen.

There were many other moving pictures, the performance lasting over an
hour. During a lull, when there was no picture on the screen, Jimmy
looked around him. On a seat behind he saw Mike Conroy and Bulldog
Smouder,