pretty sick, though."

"Oh, I'll be all right in a little while," murmured Dick, but the sight
of his pale face, with the long red cut on the forehead, did not seem
to bear out his words.

However, as Frank could do no particular good, and as he knew he was
needed in Brooklyn, he left, bidding the two boys good-by.

"You needn't stay, Jimmy," said Dick. "Take my money, go out, and buy
some papers."

"All right. I'm only jest borrowin' it, ye know. I'll pay youse back
t'-night."

"That's all right."

Dick spoke in a very faint voice. His face became paler than ever, and
his breathing was so strange that Jimmy became alarmed.

"Maybe he's dyin'," he thought. "Guess I'll tell de manager."

The head of the lodging-house came in response to the summons of the
newsboy and looked at Dick.

"He ought to have a doctor," Mr. Snowden said. "I'll call in the
district doctor."

This was a physician, paid by the city, to look after the poor, and he
soon came in and examined Dick.

"The boy is suffering from shock," he said. "He needs rest and quiet,
and some simple medicine. He'll be all right in a day or so."

"Will his memory come back?" asked Jimmy.

"I think so--yes. It is only gone temporarily."

He left some medicine for Dick, after giving him the first dose.

"Now I am up against it," remarked Jimmy to the manager, as the
physician went away.

"What's the matter?"

"Why, I've got t' stay an' take care of him, an' I don't see how I'm
goin' t' sell me papes."

"Oh, that's it, eh? Well, don't let that worry you. I think he'll be
all right for a while, and I'll look in every hour or so. You go ahead
and sell your papers."

The manager was a kind-hearted man and did all he could to help the
boys.

"Dat'll be de stuff!" exclaimed Jimmy. "I'll hustle out, an' git t'
work. I'll be nurse t' him t'-night. He's a queer kid, an' I'd like
t' find out who he is an' where he come from."

"Probably you will, when he gets better," said the manager. "But you'd
better hurry out now, if you expect to sell any extras to-day."

Taking a dollar of Dick's money to buy papers with, Jimmy started off.
It was a good day for news, there being a number of sensational
happenings and every one seemed to want to read about them. Jimmy sold
more papers than he had disposed of before in a long time.

"Guess Dick Box must have brought me luck back t' me," he thought.
"All de same, I'd like t' git hold of Mike Conr