Jimmy bought his stock of papers and was selling them on his usual corner, at the same time keeping watch for the policeman whom he knew and to whom he intended to speak. While thus engaged he was approached by Sam Schmidt, a German newsboy, who was on his way to get a new stock of journals, having sold out. "Hello, Schmidty!" exclaimed Jimmy. "Seen Hennessy dis mornin'?" Hennessy was the policeman on that beat. "Nope. I ain't seed nottings of him. Vot's der matter? You vos going to have someboddies arrested yet? Hey?" "No, not dis time, Dutchy. I want t' ask him some questions." "Vot about? Vos you in droubles alretty yet?" "Me? Naw. But anodder kid is." "So? Vot it is?" Jimmy thought it might be a good plan to get the advice of some one on Dick's case. He had told neither the lodging-house manager nor the physician all the facts in the matter, and all they knew was that Dick was a friend of his who had been hurt and could not remember how it happened. So he explained the situation to Sam Schmidt. "Now what would youse do, in my place?" asked Jimmy. "Vell," replied the German slowly, "I dinks I vould do nottings." "Do nuttin'? Say, what good is dat?" "Vell, it dis vay," went on Sam. "Dot feller has goot clothes, you say?" "Sure he has." "Den his folks is rich. Ain't it?" "I s'pose so." "Vell, den, maybe dey'll offer a rewards for him. Eh? If you turns him over to der bolice, der bolice vill git der rewards. Ain't it?" "Dat's so. I never t'ought of dat." "Sure," went on Sam. "Now yust you lay low und you sees vot happens alretty yet." "Dat's a good idea, Sam," agreed Jimmy. "I'll say nuttin' fer a few days. I ain't much stuck on de cops, anyhow. Dey might ask me too many questions. I'll keep mum fer a few days and see what happens. But how will I know if dere's a reward offered?" "Vhy, it'll be in der babers. Vun't it?" "Dat's so. But I can't read, Dutchy." "So? Dot's bad. Den I tell you vot ve do. I'll keep my vedder eyes vide opens und ven I sees der rewards notice I'll tell you. Eh? How's dot?" "Fine! I'll give you some of the money, Dutchy, if I git any." "Dot's nice. Vell, I got t' go me after some more babers. I hopes you gits der big rewards. Likely as not he vos a rich feller und his fader'll pay big money t' git him back. Yust you lays low und said nottings." "I will, Dutchy. Here ye're, sir! Wuxtry! Full account of de big murder! Wuxtry! Wuxtry!" cried the newsboy, as he saw some possible customers approaching. Thus Jimmy thought matters over and decided to keep silent regarding Dick. He could not foresee the effect of it, nor what a strange result was to come from his finding of the boy in the box. CHAPTER VIII DIM RECOLLECTIONS When Jimmy went to the lodging-house that noon, he found Dick ready to go out. "Feelin' all right?" asked the newsboy.