A tall young man came in. He was a stranger to Dick, who looked at him in the light of the gas-jet, wondering what was wanted.
"Is Jimmy Small here?" asked the young man.
"He is out selling papers," replied Dick. "I'm his partner. Can I do anything for you."
"Well, I just dropped in to pay him a friendly visit, as I promised I would. I'm Mr. Crosscrab."
"Oh, yes, I've often heard Jimmy speak of you. Won't you sit down. He'll soon be in."
Dick stepped out of the shadow cast by a shelf on the wall and offered Mr. Crosscrab a chair. As the light fell upon the boy's face the visitor stepped back in amazement.
"Who—who are you?" asked Mr. Crosscrab.
"Why, I'm Jimmy's partner."
"Yes, but what—what is your name?"
"Well, Jimmy calls me Dick Box. My first name is Dick, but I have forgotten my other."