"But don't it say who he is—who the kid is?—though I don't believe it's Dick that's meant."
"Sure it says who it is vot put it in der paper," replied Sam. "It says dot der boy is to address Mr. Samuel Wonsonski, New York City."
"Then it ain't Dick," decided Jimmy.
"Vy not? Ain't it got referenceness to a boy vot runned avay; und ain't Dick a runavay?"
"I don't know as he is. Anyhow, this can't be about him."
"Vy not?"
"Because this is the name of either a Jew or a Russian, and Dick's an American."
"Oh, maybe dot's so," agreed Sam. "But you can't always sometimes tell. Maybe he is a part Jew and part Russian and part American. Ve had better ask him, I dinks."
"Well, it wouldn't do any harm, I s'pose," admitted Jimmy. "Come ahead over to the lodging-house, and we'll tell him about this advertisement."
They found Dick feeling pretty comfortable, and, as he seemed able to converse about the mystery, Jimmy began on the subject that had brought Sam and himself to his partner's room.