"I can't remember that, either. All I know is that I got hit on the head. Then it was all dark, and the next thing I recollect I saw you putting water on my head." "Dis sure is a queer go," murmured Jimmy. "Here I am wid a kid dat can't even remember his own name, an' me dead broke. Oh, yes, dis is a nice state of affairs!" CHAPTER V DICK'S NEW NAME For a minute or more Jimmy thought over the situation. He had been in many strange plights, even in his short life, but never had he known such a situation as this was. He hardly knew what to do. "Where are we?" asked Dick, while he continued to bathe his head with the water. "We're in a big box, in a factory alley, down by de East River," replied the newsboy. "Dis is me headquarters when I ain't got no coin." "I think--I'm not sure--but maybe I have a little money," said Dick. "I remember having some. This place is so cramped I can't get my hand in my pocket." "Lay down an' stretch out on yer back; den ye kin," advised Jimmy. "Dat's what I have t' do. Dis place ain't hardly big enough fer two." The other lad did so, and when he put his hand in his pocket the musical jingle of change rewarded him. "Dat's chink, sure enough!" decided the newsboy. "Now how much is it?" Dick pulled out a handful of coins. With practiced fingers Jimmy counted the money. "Two dollars an' fourteen cents," he announced. "Dat ain't so bad. Where'd ye git it? What d'ye work at?" "I don't know. I can't seem to remember. I can't remember anything but that they called me Dick." "Dat's queer. But we kin fix dat part of it." "What part?" "About de name." "How do you mean? Do you know my other name?" "No, but youse got t' have one. Everybody has t' have two names. I'll tell youse what I'll do. I'll give youse another name, an' youse kin keep it till youse gits yer own back." The other boy looked a little doubtful of this proceeding. "What will you name me?" he asked. "I'll call youse Dick Box." "Dick Box? That's a queer name." "Well, dis is a queer go all around. Youse says yer first name is Dick. Well, I finds youse in a box, so I'll call youse Dick Box. See?" "I suppose that will do as well as any other name for the present," agreed Dick, "Perhaps I can remember my other name when my head stops hurting." "Does it hurt yet?" "Quite a bit." "Den let's git outer here," proposed Jimmy. "De watchman'll be along in a little while, and he'll kick us out anyhow. I kin take youse t' a hospital, if youse want's t' go. It don't cost nuttin'. I was dere once, when a cab-horse stepped on me foot. Dey treated me out of sight." "Oh, I don't think my head is bad enough to go to a hospital for," said Dick. "Perhaps, when I get out in the air, it will feel better. It aches now, and I believe I'm hungry." "Don't say a word. I am too," replied Jimmy. "But I ain't got de price. Here, better take yer chink, before it gits lost," and he handed Dick back the coins.