Dick did not pursue his inquiries any further, as he did not want to hurt Jimmy's feelings. "Well," he said, "give me some papers and I'll do my best to sell them. But," he added, with a smile, "I'm not going to say there's a murder if there isn't." "Den youse'll not sell any papes." Dick took an armful of the journals and started down Broadway. He knew a little of the run of the streets in that section, as Jimmy had told him about them, and he knew he would soon be in the financial district, where the brokers and bankers had their offices. In spite of his recent accident, and his trouble over forgetting who he was, Dick had a good head for business, even though it was the first time he had tried to sell newspapers. He decided to look over the front pages and learn just what were the principal items of news. He had not forgotten how to read and write, though many other things had slipped from his recollection. He saw there was a long article concerning a big bank failure, and another about an important notice sent out by the United States Treasurer. "Those ought to interest the bankers and business men more than murders and fires," thought Dick. "I guess I'll call out about those." He was, naturally, a little bashful about shouting as did the other newsboys, but he made up his mind that, as he was thrown on his own resources by a queer trick of fate, he must do his best to earn a living. "Here goes," he said, as he approached a group of well-dressed men standing at Broadway and Cortlandt Street. "Excuse me," he began, in a clear but not very loud voice, as he stood near the men, "but would any of you gentlemen like to buy the latest extra? It has an account of the failure of the Morrisville Trust Company and a decision of the United States Treasurer on gold shipments. Besides, there is all the latest news." Probably no regular newsboy in all the big city of New York would have thought to try that means of selling papers. All they did was to shout: "Wuxtry! Wuxtry!" or "Fire! Murder! Suicide!" "Hello! What's this?" exclaimed one of the gentlemen, turning around and beholding Dick. "What sort of a newsboy is this, who doesn't shout his head off at you?" "What did you say about the Morrisville Trust Company?" asked another gentleman nervously. "It has failed. Here is a full account of it," and Dick showed the paper with the story on the front page, under a big, black heading. "Great Scott!" exclaimed the man who had asked the question. "That's bad for me. Here! Give me a paper." He fairly snatched one from Dick, and tendered him a nickel. "Give me one, too," requested another of the group. "I want to read about that gold statement." "I'll have one also," added a third man, and soon every one had purchased a paper. "Here is your change," said Dick to the one who had given him the five-cent piece. "Keep it!" exclaimed the man, not lifting his eyes from the sheet.