"That is, unless Jimmy managed to dispose of all of his," he thought. "Guess I'll quit now, and go up and see how he's making out."
He found Jimmy on his corner, busily engaged in disposing of the evening papers, for his customers did not stop work as early as did those in the financial section.
"How's the new weekly going, Jimmy?" asked 'Dick, when there came a lull in trade.
"Rotten!" was Jimmy's characteristic answer. "It's a regular lemon, down here. It's on de blink. I sold ten copies, and I couldn't get rid of another one. So I stowed 'em away, and I got busy with me—I mean my—regular papers. No trouble to sell them. How'd you make out?"
"Not much better. I sold twelve."
"Say, ain't that the limit? I'll never try a new stunt like that ag'in. Everybody I struck to buy one, had one already, or got it home."
"Same with me," agreed Dick.
"Well, I can see us losin' some of our hard-earned plunks," went on Jimmy.
"Never mind," consoled his partner. "We made a good try, and we'll know better next time."
"You bet I will. What's that the book says about a trolley conductor stickin' to his car?"