"Here goes," he said, as he approached a group of well-dressed men standing at Broadway and Cortlandt Street.
"Excuse me," he began, in a clear but not very loud voice, as he stood near the men, "but would any of you gentlemen like to buy the latest extra? It has an account of the failure of the Morrisville Trust Company and a decision of the United States Treasurer on gold shipments. Besides, there is all the latest news."
Probably no regular newsboy in all the big city of New York would have thought to try that means of selling papers. All they did was to shout: "Wuxtry! Wuxtry!" or "Fire! Murder! Suicide!"
"Hello! What's this?" exclaimed one of the gentlemen, turning around and beholding Dick. "What sort of a newsboy is this, who doesn't shout his head off at you?"
"What did you say about the Morrisville Trust Company?" asked another gentleman nervously.
"It has failed. Here is a full account of it," and Dick showed the paper with the story on the front page, under a big, black heading.
"Great Scott!" exclaimed the man who had asked the question. "That's bad for me. Here! Give me a paper."
He fairly snatched one from Dick, and tendered him a nickel.
"Give me one, too," requested another of the group. "I want to read about that gold statement."
"I'll have one also," added a third man, and soon every one had purchased a paper.