"All right," agreed Dick wearily, for his head was aching greatly. Frank and Jimmy put him in bed, after he had undressed, and then Frank had to go. "Perhaps I'd better leave you some money," proposed Frank to Jimmy. "You might have to call a doctor." "Say, youse must be rich," spoke Jimmy. "No, but I have a few dollars saved up. You are welcome to some if you need it for Dick." "Oh, I kin earn plenty, if I once git staked t' some coin fer papes," announced the young newsboy. "Then let me stake you." "I have some money left," murmured Dick. "Take that, Jimmy, and buy your papers. I'll not need it." "Youse can't tell about dat. But I kin double it in a little while, if business is good." "You had better let me loan you some," proposed Frank. "No. I'll take his," decided Jimmy. "If he hasn't any room rent t' pay he'll not need any chink right away, an' I'll have some by t'-night. Much obliged, Frank." "You had better stay here with him to-night," suggested Frank. "The room is big enough for two, and you are welcome to use it." "T'anks. Mebby I will. But ye'd better skip over t' Brooklyn now, or youse might lose yer job." "That's so. Do you think he'll be all right?" "I guess so. He looks 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.