The Newsboy Partners; Or, Who Was Dick Box? Part 27

But at this juncture there was a sound in the hallway outside the door.

It was a hurried rush of feet, and some one turned the handle of the door.

"Hey, Bulldog! If you're in there let me in before I bust in the door!" exclaimed a voice.

The bully paused, much surprised.

"Git on away from dere!" he cried.

"Let me in!" insisted the voice.

"Yah! Let us in or ve comes in anyvays," added another.

"It's Dutchy!" said Bulldog, in a whisper.

There came a kick on the rickety old door that made it shake.

"Come on! Open this door. I know you've got d.i.c.k in there!" was the demand.

"Git away from dere. Dere's n.o.body here but me, an' I'll punch yer head if youse don't stop bodderin' me," threatened the bully.

"Jimmy! Jimmy! Here I am! I'm in here!" shouted d.i.c.k, rising to his feet and running toward the door.

"Git back dere!" ordered Bulldog, making a grab for d.i.c.k as the boy pa.s.sed him.

But before d.i.c.k could reach the door it was burst open from outside, and, tumbling into the room, came Jimmy and Sam, all out of breath from running. Bulldog started back and doubled up his fists. Jimmy made straight for d.i.c.k.

"Are you all right? Are you hurt?" he asked anxiously.

"Not--not much. I'm all right."

"He hit you!" exclaimed Jimmy, as he saw a red mark on d.i.c.k's face.

"Yes, twice."

"The brute! I'll make him pay for that!"

Jimmy was mad enough now to tackle Bulldog single-handed. But there was no need for this. Sam Schmidt's fighting blood was up. He regarded Jimmy and d.i.c.k as his best friends, and the thought that one of them had suffered at the hands of Bulldog made him angry. Sam was a big lad--taller, stronger, and heavier than the bully--but he had no training in fist-fights.

Still he did not hesitate. Straight at Bulldog he leaped, clasping him in his big arms before the bully could strike out, and an instant later the two went down, Bulldog underneath, while Sam rained blow after blow on him.

"So! Dot's de vay I do him," he explained between the thumps. "Next times you vos took somebodies yer own sizes, maybe so. Eh? Dere, dot's fer goot luck," and, with a parting blow, he allowed Bulldog to get up. The bully lost no time in beating a hasty retreat.

Then, for fear he might get some of his cronies and renew the fight, Jimmy advised that they leave, which they did, soon arriving at the lodging-house.

d.i.c.k told his story, how he had been enticed away by the untruth about Jimmy being hurt, and the latter related his part in the affair.

"We're well out of it," remarked d.i.c.k.

"We ought to tell the police," declared Jimmy.

"Vait. I lick Mike Conroy de next times I sees him, alretty," declared Sam. "Dot vos fun, how I did up der Bulldog! I don't guess dey bodders you two any more."

"I guess not either," added Jimmy.

The story of how Jimmy and Sam had "done up" Bulldog, was soon circulated among the newsboys, and it lost nothing in the telling.

When Jimmy and d.i.c.k went on the street the next day the former was greeted on all sides as "Champion."

"Sam Schmidt did the most," he said, modestly.

"Dat's all right," answered some of his acquaintances. "Youse is de foist one t' stand out agin Bulldog, an' we're glad of it. Maybe he'll let us alone now." For Bulldog was a terror to the smaller boys.

"I done it for me--I mean my partner," explained Jimmy, with a fond look at d.i.c.k. "Anybody what picks on him has to answer to me."

"Dot's right, und I helps, too," added Sam. "Me und Jimmy ve fights togedder, don't ve alretty yet, Jimmy?"

"Sure," replied the hero of the occasion.

It was hot that day, so hot, in fact, that it was hard work to tramp about the streets to sell papers.

"It's me for a dip down at the Battery swimmin' pool when we get through here," remarked Jimmy, as he met his partner at one of the delivery wagons.

"That would be a good idea," said d.i.c.k. "I'll go with you."

"I uster go in the fountain basin at City Hall Park," went on Jimmy.

"A dip there'd cool a feller off."

"Why don't you now?"

"Cops watches it too close. Some of the fellers goes in, though, but they're likely to lose their clothes. Cops grabs 'em every chance they gits."

The partners separated, d.i.c.k to go down to the Wall Street district, and Jimmy to his regular corner. During the afternoon, when d.i.c.k sold out, and was about to go for more papers, he was called into a hallway by a broker, who was one of his customers.

"Are you very busy?" the man asked d.i.c.k.

"Not so very, sir, just now. I've just sold out, and I need more papers. Why?"

"Well, I'd like you to go on a little errand for me. I want you to take this note over to a firm of brokers," and he named one of the most prominent ones in the financial section. d.i.c.k wondered why the man selected him, when there were plenty of messengers he could call by touching a b.u.t.ton in his office. The man must have seen the unspoken query on d.i.c.k's face, for he said:

"I want you to go, because this is a very important matter, involving a stock deal, and if I send a regular messenger from my office, some other dealers will be sure to notice it, and it may make trouble. You can go without being suspected. Here is the note, and here is a dollar for delivering it."

"That's too much," said d.i.c.k quickly.

"I think not," replied the broker with a smile. "You are doing me more of a service than you know. Now don't lose any time."

d.i.c.k started off, with the note in his hand.

"Hold on!" called the man quickly. "Don't go out with it that way.

Some one may have seen me speaking to you, and suspect something. We have to be very particular down here in Wall Street."