"Yep, it's tough luck," went on Jimmy. "I went an' bought a new stock, an' I ain't sold five yet."
"I'll help you," generously offered Frank. "I sold out some time ago. That big fire seemed to make every one want a paper. Suppose you give me half your stock, and we'll go over by the bridge entrance and see if we can't sell them. There's a big crowd there yet."
"Dat's a good idea. T'anks. Bulldog was sayin' I ought t' have a partner, an' now I've got one."
"Yes," remarked Frank musingly, "I suppose if two boys did go into partnership they could make more at it than two could working alone. I must think about that."
"Maybe you an' I'll go snooks," proposed Jimmy.
"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."