l.
The ambulance doctor temporarily dressed the boy's injury and placed
him in the vehicle, together with a valise the boy had with him.

"The start was made for the hospital. On the way the ambulance had to
stop because of a blockade on account of a fire. The doctor left his
place at the rear of the vehicle to see if there was any need of his
services, for there was a rumor some one had been burned in the blaze,
and when he came back his boy patient was gone. And from that time to
this the authorities never heard anything about him. They concluded he
had not been badly hurt, and had slipped out of the ambulance and run
away, not being noticed in the crowd. The valise was also gone, and
from the fact that Dick did not have it when he awoke in the box, it
was probably stolen."

"And I guess that's what happened," said Dick's father. "The valise
contained Dick's tickets and most of his money. He probably partly
regained his senses in the ambulance, slipped out and wandered around,
half dazed, forgetting all about himself, until he found the box and
went to sleep in it."

"My poor boy!" said his mother, unable to keep back the tears. "What a
terrible time you had! Oh, how worried we were when we got back from
Europe and found your cousin knew nothing about you!"

"Yes, you must have worried, mother," said Dick, "but I got along
pretty well. Jimmy and I have built up a fine business. I'm almost
sorry I can't stay and help him buy that stand."

"Don't let that worry you, my son," said Mr. Sanden with a smile and a
hearty hand-clasp for Jimmy. "I'll see that your partner has the
finest stand in New York."

"Crimps!" exclaimed Jimmy, forgetting himself under the excitement of
the occasion. "Dat'll be bul--I mean that will be fine!"

And so it turned out. Mr. Sanden was a wealthy man, more so than ever
since coming into the European property, and Jimmy was made proprietor
of one of the largest and finest news-stands in the big city. For fear
sharpers might take advantage of him, Mr. Crosscrab and Mr. Snowden
agreed to look after certain matters for him.

"But I won't have any partner," said Jimmy, when details had been
arranged about the stand, and arrangements made for Dick and his
parents to go home.

"Yes, you will," said Dick with a smile. "Frank Merton is going to be
your partner, and Sam Schmidt will be general assistant."

Thus it was arranged, and to-day those newsboy partners, (the three of