t a new pack. Blowed meself on account of me
good luck."

"No, I don't smoke. I shouldn't think you would."

"Why not? All de fellers does. It's sporty. Say, here's yer dollar
back."

"Don't you need it?"

"Naw. I got plenty now. I'll make more t'-morrow."

"Then keep it to pay for what you have done for me."

"Not much! What d' youse t'ink I am? I'm a friend of yourn, an' I'm
takin' care of ye; see?

"Yes, but it costs money."

"Well, when I ain't got none I'll borrow some from youse. Now it's
time fer yer medicine."

Dick took it, and soon afterward fell into a heavy doze. Jimmy went
out, got some supper, and, returning, stretched out on the floor and
was soon asleep.

Dick did not awaken until morning, and, when he saw the lad on the
floor, he gave such an exclamation of surprise that Jimmy awoke.

"What's de matter?" he asked. "Feel worse?"

"No. But the idea of you sleeping on the floor, and me taking up the
whole bed! It isn't right. Why didn't you wake me up and make me
shove over?"

"Aw, I like sleepin' on de floor. It's like bein' in a hotel, after a
night in me box. I'm all right. Feel hungry?"

"A little. I am much better than I was."

"T'ink of yer name yet?"

"No," and Dick shook his head, smiling a little sadly. "I can't seem
to remember anything," he went on. "Perhaps, when this lump on my head
goes down more, I can do better."

"Well, never mind," answered Jimmy cheerfully. "Youse kin have all de
time youse wants."

"I wish I could get up, and help you," proposed Dick. "I think I am
well enough."

"No, ye don't!" exclaimed Jimmy. "If youse gits up now youse'll have a
perhaps, an' den where'll ye be?"

"A 'perhaps'?" repeated Dick, with a puzzled air.

"Yep. What sick folks gits when dey gits up too quick."

"Oh, you mean a relapse."

"Yep. Dat's it. It's de same t'ing. Now de t'ing fer youse t' do is
t' lay quiet. I kin make enough money fer both of us, fer a while yet."

"But I want to help."

"Well, maybe when youse gits well I'll take ye in partnership,"
proposed Jimmy, with an air as if he was a millionaire.

"Will you, really?"

"Mebby. Now don't git all excited. I'll go out an' bring in some
breakfust. What'll ye have?"

"I don't feel very hungry. If I could have an orange, and a cup of
coffee, I think it would be enough."

"Crimps! Dat's a light meal," said Jimmy. "I'd starve on dat. Beans
is de stuff. Dey're terrible fi