"Say, I wonder who dat well-dressed guy was wid Bricks?" went on Mike. "I seen him t'-day sellin' papes wid him." "I don't know. Maybe Dutchy does." "How would he know?" "I seen Jimmy talkin' t' him kinder serious jest as we come in t'-night." "Where does Dutchy hang out?" "Down on Mulberry Street. Why?" "Let's find him an' see if he knows anyt'ing about de new kid wid Bricks," proposed Bulldog. "Dere's somethin' funny about him. Why, he's a reg'lar swell, an' travelin' wid Jimmy looks queer." "What do youse t'ink it is?" "I've got a suspicion he might have runned away from home t' see life in a great city as it's played in de theaters." "Well, suppose he has?" "Maybe we kin pipe his folks off as t' where he is an' git a reward." "Dat's so! Bully fer you, Bulldog. Come on, we'll see if we can spot Dutchy." The two plotters found the German newsboy after a little search. Bulldog had agreed to do the talking. "Hello, Dutchy," he greeted. "Say, don't youse want a cigarette?" "Sure. I ain't had no luck dese days, und I ain't got no money fer smokes." "Well, here's a couple," went on Bulldog, for he wanted to get on the right side of the other lad. "Ach! Now I feels petter alretty yet," announced Sam as he lighted the cigarette, for he, like nearly all the other newsboys, was addicted to smoking. "I saw Jimmy Small an' his new partner t'-night," went on Bulldog. "It's a wonder dat new kid don't go back home." "Home? Did youse know vere his home vos?" asked the German, thinking from Bulldog's remark that he must know something of Dick. "Well, maybe I do. What do youse know about him?" "Vos dere a rewards for him in de baber?" asked Sam in his turn. "I vos lookin' fer it, but I don't see any." "I don't know; but what did you hear about him? He's got a swell home, I understand, an' his dad wants him t' come back." "I knowed he vould!" exclaimed Sam. "Tell me, vere is his home? I goes me und dells Jimmy. He is goin' to divide der rewards mit me." "Where'd he pick up de kid?" asked Bulldog, determined to get all the information he could without disclosing the fact that he knew nothing of Dick. The German lad, who had been deceived by Bulldog's manner, readily told all he knew of Dick, and how he had been found. Bulldog and his crony exchanged glances. "Now tells me vere his home is und I tells it t' Jimmy," went on Sam. "We must hurry t' git der rewards pefore der bolice." "Aw, I don't know anyt'ing about him," replied Bulldog with a laugh. "I was only foolin' youse." "Foolin'! So? Dot's a yoke, hey? Vell, I'm sorry I told you anydings, und I'll tells Jimmy t' be on der lookouts by you both alretty yet." "Oh, dat's all right," spoke Bulldog quickly, for he did not want Jimmy to learn he had been making inquiries concerning Dick. "I didn't t'ink you'd mind, Dutchy. Here, have some more cigarettes, an' t'-morrow night we'll take youse t' a show."