"We'll see," went on Frank. "Anyhow, we'll be partners to-night. Now come on before the crowd gets away." The two boys hurried back across City Hall Park, and, mingling with the crowd that was hurrying toward Brooklyn, they soon disposed of their papers. "Here's your money," said Frank, coming up to Jimmy and handing him the change. "Keep ten cents fer yerself," proposed Jimmy generously, for he was a good-hearted youth in spite of his rather rough ways. "Oh, no. I made a good profit to-day. I offered to help you, and I didn't expect any pay." "Ah, g'wan! Take ten cents." "If you have so much money to give away, why don't you start an account in the Dime Savings Bank?" proposed Frank. "What's de use?" asked Jimmy. "I'd draw it all out ag'in when I was broke. Youse had better take de ten cents." "No. I'd rather you'd keep it." "Den come on an' take in a movin' picture show," proposed Jimmy. "Dere's a dandy on de Bowery. It's a prize-fight, an' ye kin see de knock-out blow as plain as anyt'ing, Sam Schmidt was tellin' me. Come on. I'll pay yer way in. It's only a nickel." "No. I can't go to-night." "Why not?" "I have to go to evening school. The term closes this week." "Aw, cut it out," advised Jimmy. "Come wid me. We'll have a bully time." "No, I don't believe I will." "Den I am. I'm in luck t'-day. Feller give me a quarter fer showin' him where de Brooklyn Bridge was. He was from de country. Guess he was bug-house." "Bug-house? That's a new one on me." "Sure, nutty--crazy, ye know, dippy in de lid--off his noodle." "You certainly have a choice lot of slang," remarked Frank with a smile as he left Jimmy. "Well, den, I'll have t' go t' de show alone," thought the lad. "Let's see how much I've got." He counted over his change and found he had more than he expected. "Dollar an' seventy-seven cents. Crimps! But I'll buy a pack of cigarettes an' have a swell time. Guess I'll git a bit of grub now, an' den I'll be ready fer de show." "Grub" for Jimmy meant supper. He made a substantial meal on some beans, coffee and bread and what passed for butter in one of the cheapest of the Bowery eating-places. This cost him ten cents. He spent five cents for cigarettes, for Jimmy had learned to smoke them at an early age, and did not consider it wrong, as most of his companions indulged in the same habit. Puffing on the cigarette, with his hands in his pockets and a comfortable feeling under his belt, Jimmy strolled up the Bowery toward the moving-picture show of the prize-fight. He found a number of persons, including some of his newsboy acquaintances, going in. "Hello, Bricks," greeted a lad, giving Jimmy the nickname that had been bestowed on him because of his sandy hair. "Hello yerself, Nosey," replied Jimmy, for the other boy had a very big nose which had earned him this title. "Goin' in?" "Sure." "Take me; I'm broke."