oy an' see if he robbed
me."

But the bully kept out of Jimmy's way, or else the latter did not see
the youth whom he suspected of picking his pocket.

At noon time, having made a dollar and seven cents profit, Jimmy got
some dinner and then hurried to the lodging-house to inquire about
Dick, as, already, he felt a strong liking for the boy whom he had
befriended.

"He's sleeping quietly," said the manager. "I think he is better.
Don't worry about him. I'll look after him the rest of the day and you
can take charge at night."

The afternoon was always a good time for Jimmy, as the extras were out
then and were in great demand. He took his place at his old corner,
determined not to leave it, to give Bulldog or any other of the boys a
chance to take it away from him. He made arrangements with a bootblack
to go after another supply of papers for him, when he sold out, and
thus was able to maintain his place.

Toward the close of the day Bulldog appeared with a big bundle of
papers under his arm. He intended to establish himself at Broadway and
Barclay Street, but, fortunately, a policeman happened to be standing
there when he came up and he dared not drive Jimmy away with the
officer looking on.

"Dis is de time I fooled youse!" exclaimed Jimmy, as he shook his fist
at Bulldog, behind the policeman's back. "Youse dasn't bodder me now."

"Wait till I catch ye!" threatened Bulldog, as then he moved on up
Broadway, calling:

"Wuxtry! Wuxtry!"

Jimmy was soon sold out, and, having made nearly two dollars that day,
something very unusual for him, but due to the extraordinary demand for
papers, he returned to the lodging-house.

"Well, how is he?" he asked the manager.

"A little better, I think. I was up a while ago and he was asking for
you."

"Here's where I play bein' nurse," announced Jimmy with a smile.

He found Dick awake and feeling much better. His head no longer ached.

"Kin youse remember who ye be now?" asked Jimmy.

"Not in the least," replied Dick with a sad smile. "It is as much a
mystery as ever."

CHAPTER VII

JIMMY CONSIDERS MATTERS

Jimmy was quite disappointed. He had expected that, when Dick felt
better, his memory would return, so that the boy could tell something
about himself. Now, evidently, this was not to be.

"How did you make out to-day?" asked the lad in bed.

"Fine! Crimps! But everybody on de street seemed t' want a paper.
Have a cigarette? I bough