ck to daily papers after this. Crimps! T'ink what a lot of fun we
could have had with de chink we lost!"

"Well, we'll make it up, somehow," said Dick. "Don't worry over it."

But Jimmy could not help it, and it was some time before he got over
the financial disaster which came to him and his partner. However, it
was, as Dick said, a good lesson to them, not to venture into a field
of which they knew nothing.

Jimmy had, under Dick's guidance, resumed his studies at night, and
Frank Merton came in occasionally. The boys began to plan on attending
night school as soon as the term opened, which would be in a few weeks.

"Then you'll have to study harder than you do now, Jimmy," said Dick.
"Those teachers will not be as easy on you as I am."

"Well, I guess I can stand it," answered Jimmy, with a little sigh.
"As long as I've got to read and write and do arithmetic, I might as
well learn to do it good."

One evening, when Jimmy had not come in, as he had undertaken to
dispose of a lot of late extras, Dick sat alone in the room. He was
vainly puzzling over his queer case, and wondering if he would ever
learn who he was, and who his folks were, if he had any. He tried and
tried again to penetrate back into the past, but he had to stop at a
certain place. And that was a confused scene, where he found himself
in a crowd, felt a stunning blow on the head and then awoke in the box
with Jimmy.

"I'm afraid that's as near it as I ever shall get," thought poor Dick.
"If only I could see something, or somebody, or hear something said
that would recall the past. But I can't."

A little later some one knocked on the door. Thinking it was Mr.
Snowden, who used to call on the permanent lodgers in the house
occasionally, Dick called out an invitation to enter.

A tall young man came in. He was a stranger to Dick, who looked at him
in the light of the gas-jet, wondering what was wanted.

"Is Jimmy Small here?" asked the young man.

"He is out selling papers," replied Dick. "I'm his partner. Can I do
anything for you."

"Well, I just dropped in to pay him a friendly visit, as I promised I
would. I'm Mr. Crosscrab."

"Oh, yes, I've often heard Jimmy speak of you. Won't you sit down.
He'll soon be in."

Dick stepped out of the shadow cast by a shelf on the wall and offered
Mr. Crosscrab a chair. As the light fell upon the boy's face the
visitor stepped back in amazement.

"Who--who are you?" asked Mr. Cross