"Sometimes. I am liable to be sent off at five minutes' notice to any part of the city. Then I am expected to keep my eyes open, and make note of anything that comes in my way. There was a big fire last night about one o'clock, up town. I heard of it as I was going up in the horse-cars, so I hurried to the spot, and instead of going to bed I got all the information I could, hurried back to the office and wrote it up. I got extra pay for it. Besides, it shows interest, and may help me to promotion." "Have you got through for to-night?" asked Ben. "Yes; I feel tired, being up so late last night. When I leave here I shall go home and to bed. By the way, where are you staying?" "Nowhere," answered Ben, in some embarrassment. "You are not going to sit up all night, are you?" "No. I suppose I must go somewhere." "There is a hotel close by--Leggett's." "So a policeman told me, but I haven't much money, and I had better not go to a hotel. He said there was a Newsboys' Lodging House, where I could get lodging for six cents." "I am afraid you couldn't get in at this late hour." Ben looked perplexed. He felt sleepy, and needed rest. "Then I suppose I shall have to go to the hotel," he answered. "Do you know how much they charge?" "Not exactly. It depends on the room. I can direct you to a cheaper lodging even than you could get at the Newsboys' Lodging House." "I wish you would," said Ben, looking up hopefully. "Then come home with me. My room-mate is away for a few days, and I have room for you." "Thank you, sir, if it won't inconvenience you." "Not at all." Ben had read of adventurers that lie in wait for unsuspecting travellers and "rope them in," but he entertained no suspicion of the young man who had so kindly offered him a bed. The mere fact that he was a newspaper man seemed to Ben a guarantee of respectability. As Hugh Manton (the reporter) and he went up to the counter to pay the amount of their checks, a stout, handsomely-dressed man, of portly form and medium stature, entered the restaurant. As his eye fell upon Ben he started and muttered to himself: "That boy in New York! What does he want here?" CHAPTER II. A LODGING IN ST. MARK'S PLACE. Hugh Manton, whose calling had trained him to quick observation, did not fail to notice that the stout gentleman was in some way moved by the sight of his young companion. This surprised him not a little, for in the portly gentleman he recognized a wealthy retail merchant whose store was located on the upper part of Broadway. "Can there be any connection between this country boy and the rich Mr. Walton?" he asked himself, curiously. He resolved to take an early opportunity to question Ben. When their bills were paid they went out of the restaurant. It was twelve o'clock by the clock on the City Hall when they emerged from the lunch-room. A Third Avenue horse-car was just passing. "Follow me!" said the reporter, as he jumped aboard.