"Never mind the papers—you can sell me another set. But I want to thank you for what you did for me."
"You're welcome, sir. Here's the other set of papers."
"If it hadn't been for you, I might have fallen under that horse and truck!" The stout man shuddered. "Here is pay for the papers and for your services to me."
As he finished he held out a two-dollar bill.
"Why, it's two dollars!" cried the newsboy in astonishment. Then he added quickly, "I can't change it."
"I don't want you to change it. I want you to keep it."
"What for?"
"For what you did for me."
"What I did aint worth two dollars."
"Let me be the judge of that, my lad. What is your name?"