"Dat'll be de stuff!" exclaimed Jimmy. "I'll hustle out, an' git t' work. I'll be nurse t' him t'-night. He's a queer kid, an' I'd like t' find out who he is an' where he come from." "Probably you will, when he gets better," said the manager. "But you'd better hurry out now, if you expect to sell any extras to-day." Taking a dollar of Dick's money to buy papers with, Jimmy started off. It was a good day for news, there being a number of sensational happenings and every one seemed to want to read about them. Jimmy sold more papers than he had disposed of before in a long time. "Guess Dick Box must have brought me luck back t' me," he thought. "All de same, I'd like t' git hold of Mike Conroy 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.