as big as a
baseball on de back of yer cocoanut. Dat's what made youse fergit yer
name, I guess."

Dick felt of the back of his head. Sure enough there was a large
swelling there, and it was very painful.

"Who done it?" asked Jimmy.

"I can't remember."

"Dat's funny. If some bloke fetched me a swipe like dat you bet I'd
remember it. But come on, we'd better be makin' tracks outer her,
'fore de watchman spots us. I don't want him t' disturb me bed. I
might need it ag'in."

"Suppose we go and get some breakfast?" proposed Dick.

"I'm broke, I told youse."

"But I have money enough for both of us."

"Goin' t' stand treat?"

"Why not? It would be a small return for what you did for me."

"Aw, dat's nuttin'. Well, den, come on. I knows a good joint where
it's cheap. Have a cigarette?"

It was all the newsboy had to offer, and he meant it well, as he held
out the box to Dick.

"No, thank you," replied the other lad. "I don't smoke."

"I'll learn ye," proposed Jimmy generously, "It's easy, an' it's lots
of sport."

"I don't think I care for it."

"I didn't needer, first. Made me sick. But I got used to it. Well,
I'll light up."

"Before breakfast?"

"Sure. Den I won't be so hungry."

"Oh, don't be afraid of your appetite. I guess I have enough for
breakfast for the both of us."

"Dat's all right," Jimmy assured him, "but if dat's all ye got, ye
can't live long on it. What youse goin' t' do when dat's gone?"

"That's so; I hadn't thought of it. I wonder what I am going to do?
It's queer, but I can't seem to remember anything."

"I guess it is queer. But say, don't worry. I'll look after youse
until yer memory comes back."

"Suppose it never comes back?"

Dick looked worried. He was trying to recall something about himself,
but it was hard work. Try as he did to think, he could recollect
nothing but that his name was Dick.

"Well, no use lookin' fer trouble," remarked Jimmy. "Let's go eat, an'
den we'll see what's best t' be done."

The two boys, so strangely contrasted, one evidently from a rich home,
to judge by his clothes and manner, the other a gamin of the streets,
passed out of the factory yard. As they went the watchman saw them.

"Here!" he called. "Where you fellows going?"

"We're goin' out," replied Jimmy. "Why, did youse want us?"

"You young rascals! You'd better go!" cried the man, shaking his first
at them. "If I catch you trying to sneak in he