"Maybe we kin pipe his folks off as t' where he is an' git a reward."
"Dat's so! Bully fer you, Bulldog. Come on, we'll see if we can spot Dutchy."
The two plotters found the German newsboy after a little search. Bulldog had agreed to do the talking.
"Hello, Dutchy," he greeted. "Say, don't youse want a cigarette?"
"Sure. I ain't had no luck dese days, und I ain't got no money fer smokes."
"Well, here's a couple," went on Bulldog, for he wanted to get on the right side of the other lad.
"Ach! Now I feels petter alretty yet," announced Sam as he lighted the cigarette, for he, like nearly all the other newsboys, was addicted to smoking.
"I saw Jimmy Small an' his new partner t'-night," went on Bulldog. "It's a wonder dat new kid don't go back home."
"Home? Did youse know vere his home vos?" asked the German, thinking from Bulldog's remark that he must know something of Dick.
"Well, maybe I do. What do youse know about him?"