am thinking this way," replied
Dick. "I am so anxious to see my parents."

After a few more questions Mr. Crosscrab was reasonably certain that
Dick Box was indeed Dick Sanden, for Dick could describe different
parts of the farm and things in Slaterville with which Mr. Crosscrab
was familiar.

The two boys were eager to talk over the unexpected discovery of Dick's
identity as made by Mr. Crosscrab, but the latter insisted that Dick
must be kept quiet, and he threatened to take Jimmy away unless they
got more calm, as he feared Dick would become ill again.

It seemed to Dick that he would never get to sleep, but at length his
brain, tired with the many thoughts that flitted through it, was quiet,
and he slept heavily until morning. Meanwhile Mr. Crosscrab had sent
off the telegram.

Dick and Jimmy decided not to sell papers the next day. They were both
too excited to pay proper attention to the business, and Frank Merton
and Sam Schmidt were called on.

How long the hours seemed before it would be possible for Mr. Sanden to
arrive! There had come a telegram to Mr. Crosscrab stating that he had
started from Slaterville at midnight and expected to be in New York
about noon.

As Jimmy, Dick and Mr. Crosscrab sat in the room of the newsboy
partners anxiously waiting there sounded out in the corridor the tramp
of several feet.

"That's the room right in there," they heard Mr. Snowdon say, directing
some one. The next instant the door opened. In rushed a man and woman.

"Dick!" they exclaimed in a breath, and a moment later Dick was folded
in the arms of his father and mother.

For Dick Box was really Dick Sanden, and the mystery of his identity
was solved.

What a happy time followed, and how fervent were the thanks poured out
on Mr. Crosscrab for his part in the affair I leave my young readers to
imagine.

"I remember it all now," said Dick after he had talked with his parents
and many things had been explained.

"All but how you came to wander off and sleep in that box," said his
mother with a smile.

"I think I can explain that," said Mr. Crosscrab. "I made some
inquiries at the Grand Central Station to-day. It appears that on the
day Dick was to start for Chicago there was an accident. A boy waiting
on the platform to take a train was hit on the head by a trunk which
fell from the top of a pile on a truck. The boy was knocked
unconscious, and an ambulance was summoned to take him to the hospita