"Yes, I guess it would be a pity to separate you. Well, I'll not do it." But if Dick expected Jimmy was going to improve all at once, and drop all his manners and customs learned of a long association with street urchins, he was disappointed. One day, when Dick came up from Wall Street a little earlier than usual, he went to Barclay Street and Broadway to look for Jimmy. He did not find him there as he expected. "Seen Jimmy?" he asked of Sam Schmidt, who was standing there selling papers. "Yah. He und Ted Snook, dey iss gone off." "Gone off? Where?" "Hush! Don't say nottings, but Jimmy he ask me t' take his place und sell vot babers he had left." "What did he do that for?" "Hush! He und Ted, dey is goin' t' pitch pennies." "Pitch pennies?" "Yah! Down by der Battery, vere dere ain't no cobs. Der cobs 'ud arrest 'em if dey ketched 'em, so dey vent down dere. Ted he sait as how he could beat Jimmy, und Jimmy says as how he can vin all Ted's pennies. So dey are at it, und I is sellin' Jimmy's babers." "Pitching pennies!" exclaimed Dick to himself, with a little sinking of his heart. "I hope Jimmy doesn't do much of that gambling. If he gets in with that crowd he'll begin smoking again. I must go after him." And he started toward the Battery to look for his erring partner. CHAPTER XVI THE DOCTOR'S VERDICT Dick did not have to ask any directions to find Jimmy when he reached the Battery, which, as most of my readers may know, is a small park at the lower end of the metropolis. He saw a crowd of lads gathered in a secluded corner, and he at once knew them to be newsboys and bootblacks, for he recognized a number of them. "That's where they are probably pitching pennies," he thought. "I must get Jimmy away from there." His approach was unnoticed, so intent were the lads on the game, and not until Dick called Jimmy's name was the latter aware that his partner was present. Even then, beyond a first start of surprise, he showed no astonishment. "Hello, Dick," he called. "How'd you find me?" "Sam Schmidt told me." "Sam Schmidt! I'll punch his head fer squealin' on us!" exclaimed a red-haired lad. "What right's he got t' butt in?" "That's all right," responded Jimmy with an air of superior knowledge. "He's a partner of mine. Dick's all right. Did you want me, Dick?" "Yes, you'd better come with me." "Aw, an' break up de game!" expostulated several. "Why, Jimmy is winners, an' he can't go until we gits our stakes out." "Sure I'm winnin'!" said Jimmy proudly. "I'm forty-two cents to the good now." "I'd like to talk to you," went on Dick to his chum. "All right, I'll come." "Naw; stay!" called Pete Lanson. "Here, have a cigarette, Bricks." Jimmy stretched out his hand to take one of the paper and tobacco rolls. For an instant he forgot his promise to Dick. Then he remembered it and shook his head. "Gee! Youse must 'a' turned inter a Sunday-school kid," sneered Pete.